My Final Days

I just can't stop, its out of my control i slide the blade across, then a red river flows down the side of my wrist, and drips to the floor. My pain has stopped, As i cry no more.

But it's only temporary The pain comes back soon. And there's just one thing that i know to do i make new scars, release more blood till im sitting in a puddle, turning into a flood

The lies, the games, the cheating and the heartbreaks keep proceeding. its not helping enough, just bleeding so maybe my heart should stop beating.

I've had enough of your foolish ways i thought it was love, now im in a daze nothing could help, not even a praise so these are my last, and final days.