I look down at my wrists
and the feeling seems to be lost in the mist.
They haven't been touched
now it seems like a must.
I want the feeling again
because I can no longer mend.
The feeling isn't dead to me,
it's the one thing that makes me think I'm free
To escape this world is what I want,
to no longer have that dreaded haunt.
The haunt in my brain
that holds me down in one, single chain.
I slowly bring up the blade,
and with it.....I played.
My wrists call out for the pain,
to make these voices in my head drain.
I slowly cut into my skin,
leaving a menacing grin.
The blood flowed
and soon I no longer felt a heavy load.
My eyelids dropped
as my heart slowly.....stopped.
