As I watch the blood run down my
wrists the room turns cold as
ice
The sharp shiny object in my right
hand moves to make another
slice
I feel like this is the only way
to help deal with the pain
inside
As I watch the blade make another
cut i think about all the times
I've lied
Another stream of blood runs down my
wrists and i fall to my
knees
With tears running down my cheeks
the pain stinging like a
million bees
My life was nothing anymore just
like a deep puddle of
sticky mud
I watch the white bathroom floor
turn into a pond of warm
blood
I dropped the blade and sobbed
until my eyes were as dry
as sand
I look into the pond of blood
around my hand
I see a girl who has a life that
is a total fake
I pick up the blade and think about
that last slice i should
take
As I make the last cut I pray
to god for something
more
The lights fade and everything darkens
as the last drop of blood
drips to the floor
