I cut,
Each time the blade wretching deeper into my wrist,
Blood oozing out of my skin,
Like waves in the night, full of wist.
A rush of adrenalin surging through my veins,
As I cut deeper and deeper,
I can no longer take control of the reins,
I can no longer take control of my actions.
I am in a daze,
No longer in connection with anything,
Like I'm all alone in this big maze,
Cut off from the world.
But I wasn't like this 6 years ago,
I was a good little kid,
Playing with lease and snow.
Life was so simple,
And now I can see,
How much I've changed, for the worse,
And exactly what impact you've had on me.
When you left everything went sour,
As you craved to live,
And seek more power.
No father in my life,
Has led me up a tree,
And now leading me to this knife,
Ever so painfully.
Now I lay here,
Slowly fading away,
Not even a friend near.
Pain subsiding,
Fear demolishing all hope,
Of ever being me.
Gliding,
Gliding away as if I had wings,
Pain gone, I feel fresh,
New almost,
I can see my body lying in a tangled mesh.
As I rise upwards,
Finally free,
Now no one can make an impact on me...
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