1 last cut

I grab the razor and pull it across my arm

who would have guessed so much relief

could come from one act of harm

i take the razor a cut again

and slowly but surely onto my face creeps a grin

on my arms i cut some more

you tell me to stop before you walk out the door

you could never understand the pain i feel

is the only thing that is real

another cut on my arm and more blood is shed

now my bed is turning red

my body feels light

everything starts to fade

i turn my head and i sea my blood pour

out of my body and onto the floor

my sight starts to blurr

my heads in a daze

you sit by the bed

tears fallin from yer eyes

weakly i tell you to stop

because you never cared for me anyways

another cut but i still dont feel the pain

all i feel is the sorrow and shame

to all of this i put an end

i take the razor and cut one more time

i smile as i lay here dieing

my eyes are now shut

my soul is gone

im now at peace

because i made one last cut