Shiny soft medal between my fingers, so sharp and slick.

Like a drug you're used again and again till I pass out of blood loss.

Constantly on my mind like a new lover, such a dreadful thing yet my only medication.

Hurting to only relive broken hearts and condensed souls.

Just as deadly as a cigarette in the mouth; life slowly fades from my wrists and thighs.

*Buts it's okay.. I wanted to die anyways.