Grabbing my sleeve, as I try to leave. Tears running down your cheeks, tears running down mine. I don't want to go, but it's against my will. I'm chained to a wall, as the blood falls. Drip, drip, drip down to the floor, and killing my whole. I will wait for you, as long as you wait for me.
This is not suicide, this is not a cut. This is just my soul thinking of the future beyond.