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.

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...

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...

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...

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

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

Death is simple ; it's life that's so complicated.

If I die tonight no one would care, so with this blade I bid the farewell

Every 18 minutes someone dies from suicide
& every 43 seconds someone attempts it.

What... what was so bad? What had he done to make you return, This time with a gun? What the hell made, you pull the trigger? Held in his friends arms blood on his face hole in his head gripped by deaths embrace.

I feel like I'm being suffocated, slowly losing my breath and watching myself die.