Finally i hold the knife,
Courage flows through these f**ked up veins.
For once its me whose in control.
No words escape those lips,
Your eyes convey your story.
Beaten, Battered, Bruised.
Tears flood those eyes
Held down, no reason to squirm.
Death is inevitable
One last breath as i cut those pretty wrists.
Look down upon my bloody corpse,
Some of us are born to die.
