You drove me to this,
Your fault,
No choice for me,
Always a choice but not here
Not now somehow, you've decided this.
Your doing.

I press the blade down gently,
Run the cold edge along the
Popping vein of my wrist,
Blood, spewing out,
Like an uncontrollable fountain.

It hurts at first, stings,
But then you get used to it,
Feels good. An equilibrium of pure sensation
Not to mention the satisfaction,
Your, pure.

Demons drained out of me
A wondrous feeling, now I see!
But now the feeling is gone,
It just hurts as its always done,
The pain rises my fingers numb,
I collapse, my skin cold, lips blue,
As far as movement there was nothing i could do.

And now my corpse lay here to rest,
Did i fail one of life's tests?
This empty feeling, it's nothing new,
Now forever my dear, i shall be thinking of you.