A simple slit
Across the wrist
With my blade
The scar will fade
The sudden relief
Will help me fall asleep.
The blood will dry
And the tears I cry
Will be wiped away
As The night goes by
And I just want to die.
Its a vicious cycle
There's no escape
Every night its back to the blade
I don't even notice,
By the time I done
All the damage I have done.
You call it damage
I call it release
From all the pain
and all the tears I weep.
I just want it to end
This thing I call life
Its just sadness and darkness
Mixed with a bit of a fight.
Eventually the fighter gets tired
And they need a break.
Just my break consist of
Tissue paper and a blade
Its OK because
The blood will dry
And the tears I cry
Will be wiped away
By the angel in my sight
Maybe it was more then just
A simple slit
across my wrist
This time.
