My Last Mistake

One more time, I'll ask myself why.
One more time, I'll let myself cry.
One more day, and then I'll give in.
One more day, before a great sin.

"Hold on" people whisper.
"Let go" my mind screams.
My opinion is stronger.
At least, that's how it seems.

I have to give up.
I must walk away.
You cannot change the facts.
Please don't beg me to stay.

One more time, I'll ask myself why.
One more time, I'll let myself cry.
One more day, and then I'll give in.
One more day, before a great sin.

A smile's an effort
to conceal my thoughts.
Feelings trapped in a heart
that cannot be unlocked.

My wrist is my canvas.
My blood is my paint.
My time's running out.
This world becomes faint.

One more time, I'll ask myself why.
One more time, I'll let myself cry.
One more day, and then I'll give in.
One more day, before a great sin.

My bracelets are shredded.
My scars, reinforced.
Blood drips off my fingers.
I fall to the floor.

I'd change my mind,
but I know it's too late.
At least this will be
my last mistake.