Nicole Johnson

To whomever this may concern,
Tonight I bring you my last entry.
I’ve grown too feeble and my heart too empty.
I stand here with it in my hands,
The sweet blade loving my skin as it opens me up and inside is my surprise.
Not a single drop of essence is shed, but the pain within me is all I have left.
It is mine and mine alone.
I’ve staked my claim and this is gold.
No one will notice; I will go undetected.
The blade reaches my chest and I take the plunge that is my death.
No one will come running.
I will not plead for help.
I’m free from myself as I shout “nevermore!” and black out.