Why do I sit here knife in hand.
Do not try to tell me you understand.
I draw the knife point straight to my wrist.
As a kiss of death touches my lips.
I feel the blood poor out.
I see it without a doubt.
I have cut too deep.
Now I'm left to everlasting sleep.
My world of pain and torture ends.
The light is just around the bend.
I reach out for it as I fall.
This is the end of it all.
The pain is gone,
Or so you would think.
I'm now completely covered in a dark purple ink.
The blood I so willingly bleed.
And I take my last breath.
I realize my want for love was really a need.
If I had this love,
It wouldn't have ended this way.
And now my few loved ones are left to pay.
So as I slip farther and farther away,
I sigh in relief.
Gone now is all my grief.
I know I'm gone now ,
This is the end.
I take one last look at my porcelain white skin.
The chill sets in,
And I let go with a grin.
