I pull out my blade
Making three lines across
The blood seeping out
My soul has been lost
Been sold to the devil
With a match ignites my veins
The blood pours out red
My blade it is stained
Won't stop the bleeding
Three tissues soaked through
The pain was too much
Had no other path to choose
The hurt and the pain
Being cried from my wrist
It may hurt the people I love
But I couldn't resist
**I know it's kind of short, But I would appreciate your comments!**
