Confusion

As I pick up my knife
Prepared to take my life.
I draw the red lines across my wrists.
About to destroy everything that exists.
I draw the knife back long and slow.
Letting everything go.

Forgetting everything.
I feel the sharp sting.
Hoping the feeling wont last.
Forgetting my past.
I feel the flow off my arm.
Now knowing I'm in serious harm.

I start shaking.
All that I'm taking.
I drop my knife to the floor.
Knowing that there is more.
I cant stay still.
Even if I try with all my will.

I can't hold on any longer.
The feeling is getting stronger.
I close my eyes.
Spinning in a world of lies.
I start to let go...
Sinking down low.

There's no turning back.
Im to far of track.
As I lie there helpless.
All alone, restless.
Not knowing weather Im alive or dead.
Remembering the last words I said
This is goodbye.
Goodbye.