The blades of past depression, are digging in my back,obsessed with this possession,these thoughts will draw me back.I'm caught up in the moment,suddenly my arms begin to bleed,I'm screaming into nothing,and now i have to leave.A decision has been made for me, like the devil has made a deal,been promised my heart and soul,and a reality that isn't real.
Gripping onto my arms,my mind tells me to fight,but my body is not moving,and then i drop the knife.
Now i have control,and rise up off the floor,leaving a trail of blood behind,i struggle to wards the door.
Stretching my arm out slowly,my breath...it stops halfway,i can't continue breathing,and blood..it pours away.No matter how much pressure,i put upon my wrist,the blood will not stop coming,and i except that this is it.
