1,2,3...dead

One slice..Two slice..Three slice..Four
The sound of hitting the bathroom floor
Another cut..Another tear..Another life at stake
Will heaven be behind those gates
Drop.. Drip...
The blood flows from the wrip
Scars in P.e while getting changed are shown
Who would have known
She can be funny..She can be nice
But no one hears her screams in the dark of night
A cold shiver down her spine..
A blast of fears thrown from her mind
One tear..Two tear..Three tear.. Four
No one can help her to stay..Not anymore
Giving in.. is much easier than giving up..
So this blood... that wrist.. the blade.. Its now enough