The warm trickle down my arm, as i feel it fall into my palm from one sweet slash i explode with red, watching my blood cover the bed.
with every slit my life is fading,in A pool of misery i am wading.i make the third to represent me, the painful hope that cannot be.my life's a mess many reasons why, the only good thing is when i die. I'm aching no need to pretend, but i feel now it all has to end.
engraving again to make it last,
as it draws form me so does my past.
you don't kare so why should i ?
with this knife i say good bye.
