I grab my razor, sliding across my wrist - I bleed.
I know that this is the pain I need.
As I watch my blood...
My mind transported, on a trip.
My arms run red,
Thoughts race through my head.
Would anyone miss me?
Why not set them free?
Free from me and all of my shit,
Give them a break, just a little bit.
I begin to withdraw,
Alone with my flaws...
I should probably stop the blood,
Rushing out of my veins like a flood.
Too much longer, it could be too late,
But aren't I ready to accept my fate...?
My thoughts fade away,
The nothingness welcomes me, begging me to stay.
I know that I should fight,
But it just...feels...so...right...