The darkness consumes me
as i decorate my wrists
with momentoes of these painful memories
the memories of my swollen face
the memories of your angry digrace
i cut my self again
but the pain wont go away
faster and deeper the cuts become
until i cant feel any more
this razor blade has done its job
but it didnt do it well enough
i feel drowsy
i feel weak
i can feel these tears
dripping down my cheek
another cut just to be sure
the razor blade now on the floor
surrounded in a pool of blood
this is what you made me do
its the only thing to get away
from your abusive fist
and as you walk in the door
i slip away
i am no more
