"Can I (A poem)

If I slit my wrist, can I not die?

Can I not slowly perish with the sharp knife?
Can I not run out of hope to make it through?
Can I not see the sun kiss the sea?
If you throw me to the ocean, can I not drown?
Can I not be found at the bottomless abyss?
I screamed so loud with all the air in my lungs
Can you not hear such sound?
If I shout, can you not listen?
Can you not rescue a dying soul?
Can you not be the light when night falls?
If you say words as such, can I not cry?
Can I not feel the pain of my restless heart?
Can I not feel loneliness that set apart?
I wonder if my soul can reach the clouds
Or rather left me buried beneath the ground."