My tears cut my face,
just like the blade on my wrist.
My tears feel sharp,
the blade soft to the touch.
The falling of my tears,
fall like the blood from my arm.
My tears feel cold,
the blade feels warm.
tears like raindrops,
blood like a waterfall.
All, my pain is now gone,
I am no longer here.
My tears can no longer hurt me,
My blade can no longer burn me.
