If Only

If Only Death would come,
As that last cut promised it would.
The Blood Spread faster than the Pain,
And i Cry for the numbness that never came.
Some call it Salvation,
Others a game.
I call it a end to a never ending day.
I long for the time when the knife cuts to deep, The blood keeps coming and my mind slippes off to sleep.
Would you cry for me, if in Crimson sheets i slept, Or would you know it was a better place i was in, a place were tears are never wept.