Look at the knife
it just sits there calling me
that pair of scissors over there
they beckon my name and yet
the razor over that way
says it'll be better just do it
so i pick it up and press it to my wrist
i sever a vein and it feels great
so i slice again only this time deeper
i don't feel the pain for there is none
how can i feel pain when i know I'm leaving for good this time
so i cut once more
this time more blood flows
it trickles down my arm
and drips off my finger tips
i feel better than i ever have
i feel in control
all my worries seem to run with my blood down the drain
my blood.. its so red
i look down at my wrists
as i begin to feel dizzy
my smile grows as i get weaker
its a pleasureful smile
i know now nothing can hurt me
its all gone the problems of life
its so far away,
as i fall to the floor
one last time i make a wish
i blow out the candles of my life
and wish to fly high to the heavens above.
