[ WP ] The inner monologue of a suicidal man who has just been stabbed by a criminal and is slowly bleeding to death .

I had wanted this for so long. I wanted the pain to end, to never think about death again or feeling like a burden to those I cared about. I wanted to stop feeling like I did n't belong. I did n't have the courage. I was working up to that. The blade hurt more than I thought it would. Based on the location and the blood loss, he severed an artery. Still, I covered the wound. Others helped. They are trying to stop the bleeding. I wanted to die, but, here I am, hanging on for every last breath, struggling to survive. Now, in these last few minutes, I finally, desperately, want to live. 
 
 I was always hoping for some escape, for a last second miracle, be it from man or God. I can tell it is n't coming. My clothes are wet. People comment on how much blood their is. A woman, a nurse, tells me to hang on, and I am trying. I am trying so hard. Death is what I wanted until I did n't. My vision fails. I close my eyes. I ca n't open them. I am falling into a sleep from which I will never awake. The woman, she begs, but I ca n't hold on. I want to, but I ca n't.
