Slit slit
There goes the knife
A clink on the floor
That sounds very nice
I pray to god
That I will bleed out
Or someone will hear
My silent shouts
I wear long sleeves
For my hidden scars
Arms used to be bare
But now full of marks
There’s a rope on my neck
A pool of blood on the floor
As I remember my parents
Slamming my door
Telling me how much they hate me
How much they don’t care
As I sat there
With a blank stare
I was plotting my suicide
That took place that day
Cuz nobody really liked me
Anyway