Cut

I have no life,
its all a lie,
so this is how
i will die

I take the knife,
and slice my wrist
every cut
is sliced so thin

I feel the pain
it tingles with hurt
as blood flows down
onto my shirt

A fountain of blood
blood so red
then I start
to cut again

I cut my wrists
and watch the blood flow down
hearing nothing
no more sounds

Bright pools of red
on the floor
my wrists hurt
their all so sore

I cut again
put the knife down
then I fall
to the ground

I am not yet dead
just passed out
i will repeat the same
thing tomorrow
there's no doubt.