i've never been one for blood.
i cringe at a broken bone.
so i could never open my arm.
to pain i am not prone.
i think of myself as happy.
i think of myself as a friend.
a friend to ... oh right no one.
this all has to come to an end.
like i've said - i am stuck.
how do you leave without pain?
dying seems to involve blood.
who'd even care to clean the stain?
maybe no one has to know.
i could just leave in the night.
no more "you have so much to live for"
that don't-really-care-but-should-fight
i think there's a way.
a way to be free.
i would just take my car
and wrap it round a tree.
