My wound is deep,
My blood runs thin,
I feel the pain,
From under my skin.
I want to die,
My crimson knife.
Ready to deepen it,
End my life.
From my face,
Now drips a tear,
Blade upon my wrist,
A death I dont fear.
I breathe deeply,
Looking for a reason to live,
I cry and realize,
I have no more to give.
I review my reasons,
Listed to die,
I slowly remember,
Voices asking why.
But I now know,
I dont even care,
Im too damn numb,
To feel anyone there.
So now I know,
Ive spoken all that needs to be said,
No more excuses,
I'll finally be dead.
I cut through my skin,
I cant take it anymore.
My blood rushes out,
And I fall to the floor. |
