The blade cuts,
The wounds wont heal.
The blood is my friend,
My arm can no longer feel.
It surrounds all around me,
Ties me in a knot.
"I'm going to die,"
Is all that was thought.
My breath is short,
My skin is dry.
I can't take it now.
I just want to die.
Here comes the knife,
Just one quick slice.
I'll take my own life,
It's just one small price.
*That sucked, I know..I was really upset when I wrote this*
