It was just another bad day
another story to tell
she always feel like
she's been damned
but up to now,
her heart is still beating
her lungs still breathing
only her soul is dying
slowly she got of the bed
and onto her drawer
she picked the blade
which she bought just yesterday
it's not a question that its new
'cos the blade just shines through
it's crimson shine says
"come on, let go"
"use me and your worries, i shall set free"
she cries as she hold it in her hand
knowing that when she starts
she will not be able to stop
'cos the blood release
eases her pain bit by bit
playfully she holds it
and squeezes it a bit
she notices it slicing
the thumbs and the index
of her finger tips
she just looked at it
like a kid who's so keen
at making his playmate
his friend indeed
she didn't stop squeezing
just kept on crying
confused on why she felt that way
always mad and angry everyday
her sheets are wet and stained
'cos of the tears and blood
she released that day
still the pain and agony
remains in her heart
as her eyes begins to shut
tired of crying and slicing
she settles down to the pillow
next to her chin
and lays her head comfortably
as she awaits for her dream
to take her from this feat
tomorrow she'll wake up
and tell the story yet again
of a life that seemed to be
accompanied by strife....
