black and blue spots and big red lines
there all over my body including my spine
i cant sit still
not even for a minute
without thinking that i might lose it
i pace around my room
not making a sound
when i press a knife into my skin and slide it down
i cry myself to sleep every night and day
but all i dream is my blood painting the the bay
i wake up screaming and panting for help
but no one seems to care
as they say shut up or my soul goes upstairs
what to do,oh what to do
I ask myself but I already knew
I have a choice
and that is suicide
said the voice
as I cut myself one last time
as I look down from the sky
I guess that was my final goodbye
because it's time to move on into a new lifetime
no more crimson blood or salty tears
just God and I for all the years
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Just saying i am not depressed. I dont cut.
