cutting...
hanging..
swallowing a handful of pills
yet... death won't come and bring peace to my mind
each failed attempt, mocking me like a bird...
each failed attempt reminding me of how much of a failure I am..
failing over and over and over again... the only gaining, is the devil laughing in my ear... telling me that Im not even good enough to kill myself
slowly trickling down my body, the blood starts to flow...
slowly my heartbeat starts to fade...
eventually bleeding to death, because for the first time ever, I did something right
I cut my pulse... and it worked
sweet relief came with the trickling blood... all regrets washed away by the tears that fell... all the shame declined by the last smile on my lips before it was to late... to late for him to save me once again
