Over the scales...

I wait for the cool sharp object
To be placed in my hand where it belongs
Ive fought of the temptation
But now my will power has all gone

I need to feel its comfort
I cant dope without its pin
I need to see the blood
Tears from me wrist like drops of rain

Ive tried to stop
But once again at this I fail
Im trapped in this jail of life
With the razor my only bail

I told my friend I cut
The next day a bandaid on her wrist
Now Ive ruined her life as well
Her happiness she soon will miss

So many people know of my secrets
They know the tears Ive cried
One of them even said to me
Finish the job we dont care if you die

So maybe I was right
No difference if I was to leave
Heaven has got to be nicer
And I wouldnt have to wear long sleeves

And now Ive finally built up the courage
To leave the things ill miss
Im going to rock the scales
And over the edge ill tip

comments and votes appreciated

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