I see myself bend
Failing in all eyes
Oh to flick to my end
I hide all this behind lies.

Forever working to impress
Yet never living right, to them.
Never adding feelings but stress
And making comments to condemn

Close friends try to comfort
But to help a lost cause
Is like suicide from the hurt
That you receive with no pause.

I wish I could continue
Through this glorified life,
But no longer, to myself, true,
I turn to this colorful knife.

Oh the shiny, bright colors
Forever mixing as one.
This flow slips my mood calmer.
A red river does now run.