Last night I was low
Last night I was low.
Blow after blow,
I found a way to go
Down to the place below

Gather the rope of creation
Make the slipknot operation
Write a note to the nation
And say hello to liberation

Last night I was low
Low. Low. Low.
Ideas always glow
When you are so... Low

Trying to not be another statistic
But lets be realistic
I’ll be dead in a grave going ballistic
Trying to remember how to be optimistic

But I guess I’m just low.

Trigger warning: Self harm, cutting


just one more line....
that's all you'll need
one line will be enough...
and then one more

one more


four more




six more



do it on your leg so they can be bigger

just.... cut.....
Over and over



OVER AND OVER

and the blood just sits there

and i stare back at it

all over my wrist

drawing on my thigh

it stings.....


but i can think
i can breathe
i felt it
my satisfaction
got my fix




but i know next time

i'll require a bit more

Metal gleam
Leg ache
Mind a-whirl
Hands shake

Simple glide
Not too deep
Take away
What's in her sleep

Droplets form
Til' heavy they fall
Wish to take away
The pain of it all

She requires
Pain to understand
But not too deep
For she'll crash-land

Why does
R  E  L  A  P  S  E
feel so
... good?

Why does
c  o  u  n  t  i  n  g
take so much
effort...