I sit here with my knife,
and think about my life.
Is it worth all the pain,
or should i leave just one blood stain.
I put the knife against my wrist,
I hurry up and clench my fist.
I feel the blood trickle down my arm,
I think to myself there is no harm.
I sit there and watched my blood drain.
I think to myself i love this pain.
I grab the towel and wipe it away,
then think to myself should i live another day.
