No One Knows

No one knows of the thoughts
That are in my head
The thoughts of death
And cutting till I bleed
It's like an adrenaline rush to me
And I know that no one else
Could ever understand
No one knows of the pictures
That are in my head
The pictures of me
Sitting with a knife
Holding it against my skin
Ready to cut, ready to release pain
To some this seems crazy
But to me it is a relief
It relieves me of everything
That I hate in my life
One day I will pick up that knife
And clutch it in my hand
For you to find me lying in a pool of blood