With nice little twist,
I slit my wrist...

Not waiting life to kill,
rather my own blood I spill...

It's my own choice, I have no fears,
only pain, in eyes some unshed tears...

On the floor, blood making stains,
slowly releasing me from my pains...

Bloody stains, stains like in my soul,
caused by all the pain, this life so foul...

Vision finally fading away, soon it's all done,
staring darkness, oh so black, soon it's all gone...

Soon I'm released, free from this pain,
suffering and life, it was all just in vain...

Thought, funny how blood makes difference between life and death,
farewell life, so painful, so useless, gonna take my last breath...

Love me,
my razor blade.

Peel my skin,
make me scream.

Sink so deep,
make me weep.

Cut my flesh,
make me bleed.

Take my life,
set me free.

You push through till tomorrow,
or people look down on you.

That girl in the photo, she looked like me..she was me..but I could never be her. She seemed fearless, in control. I wanted to be her..needed to be here. Until I realized she wanted to die, and yet a part of me still wants to be her.

When death shows it's final thanks,
you know you've been damned.
when death shows his truest face,
a game shall hold death in your own hands.

Day after day I let you hurt me
but one day your going to wake up and I'm not going to be here anymore

Death stalks the shadow of the girl who walks alone.