Killing Myself

Five days later
I'm and trying not to slip
Need to cut so badly
I need to feel this sh.t

I need to feel the caresses
Of the metal on my arm
I need the blood red warmth
The never ending charm

I need the friendly love
That the blade can make to me
I know it will not judge
What I hate people to see

But I need to stay true
To him and what I said
But something is so soothing
In ending up dead

samantha