My hand shakes above the other,
waiting for the pain.
Waiting for the line of red,
not too close to the vein.
A million thoughts run through my head,
but I'm too wasted to care.
I should have thought more about this,
before I cut off all my hair.
The blade grins at me,
a sickening smile.
I hope no one finds me,
for a long while.
The scars on my arms,
are begging for more.
So I give them what they want;
to make the blood pour.
As I lay there in the dark,
my eyes begin to close.
The pain in my arm,
is the life that I chose.
The blood pools around me,
kissing me goodnight.
I hope everyone forgives me,
for not putting up a fight.
