The feeling of a cold blade,
A swift cut,
A sudden stop.
Drips of blood fall down my arm,
Drips of tears fall down my face,
My arm goes numb.
Whines and cries,
Nothing can help,
As I move on to my thighs.
Room is a ****** mess,
Rope around my neck,
Chair under my legs.
I think about all that's happened,
Good and bad.
I jump.
A restraint on my neck,
A face turning blue,
Slowly swaying from side to side.
Whines and cries,
Nothing can help,
As I slowly hang myself.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 5:35 AM UTC
The feeling of a cold blade,
A swift cut,
A sudden stop.
Drips of blood fall down my arm,
Drips of tears fall down my face,
My arm goes numb.
Whines and cries,
Nothing can help,
As I move on to my thighs.
Room is a ****** mess,
Rope around my neck,
Chair under my legs.
I think about all that's happened,
Good and bad.
I jump.
A restraint on my neck,
A face turning blue,
Slowly swaying from side to side.
Whines and cries,
Nothing can help,
As I slowly hang myself.
