The blood trickles down my flesh,
Dripping along the floor,
The swift brisk of a blade,
I've become to gladly endure,
Streeks of pain,
Marking these white walls,
Draws me forth to deaths
Sweet charm,
And no one's around to see
Me fall..
Only unopened arms,
Falling into bitter solitude,
Escaping by the rush of my blade,
Ripping and tearing at what you've
Left me with,
As my blood drips along this page,
Spilling out what I could never say,
I press the blade upon my flesh,
A sad attempt I must conclude,
But it's hard,
When it's all you have left,
When will this madness cease?
From the scars that I, myself
Have made,
For I can not bare such lonliness,
When my love lies within
A simple little razorblade..