- Final Cut -

I pick up the knife and start to cut.
I feel no pain, but it bleeds so much..

As the blood rushes out the thoughts rush in.
So Frustrating, how did this begin..

I think its better this way.
Not to fight in and just slowly fade..

I picked up a knife and made a cut today.
Not straight, Not slanted, in every way..

I dont know why; I just want it to end.
A world without me, A much bette place then..

For now, I ly on the floor and my body bleeds.
No one around to help me,Is this the end for me..

I pick up the knife and cut again.
I open the wound and stick my hand in..

Maybe i can reach in and pull out the problem.
This vein will have to do, I'll cut it for my sorrows..

I picked up a knife and started to cut.
I never knew I'd bleed this much..