Out of all the times you put me though,
I'm still bleeding inside,
I'm suffocating in intoxicating manner,
My wrists are cut open,
I let myself bleed,
I watch the blood draining carring in them
The hurt and pain that i felt inside.
The scars are still there,
I watch them heal,
But never fully recovered,
Here it goes again,
My shiny object,
Placed in my hands.
Watching the thin red line
becoming thicker as seconds past,
Above the sick I watch,
A darker shade of red.
