Mind was filled with so many thoughts
Eyes were red from crying and loathe
Body became numb no more pressure, no more pleasure
Can't see the old life that one has, can't assume, can't ensure

In the darkest side of the room
Where all locks and keys are doomed
A shining metal can be seen
Pointing its edge to somewhere,
a part it could have been

Slowly, the coldness of the knife touches the soft skin
Eyes are in gaze without any emotion, no odds no mean
In a swift of the hands, the knife did it's job
To be filled with blood, to not feel the pulse's throb

Gaining from the sudden felt impulse
Shock and horror were seen even in the slighest bit of one's moles
It's not that late, the loss won't continue if the one runs out of the room
Put away the tool and don't hold again the loom

A light again gave the one the chance
Showing the beautiful life and its importance
Letting the one be pulled by the ray
Move away from the dark, and let's color up that day

A sudden happiness felt from within
Removing the pain slowly as joy is coming in
The face blooms like a flower at spring
The one is okay again, no more slaying and cutting things

BUT happiness leads to the path of sadness
Another despair, another restlessness
What one's doing became one's deed again
To hurt oneself, to scatter those papers and pen

The blade is back on its business
As it will be given blood that soon arises
One goes back to the darkest side of the room
I'm a suicidal and no one's gonna stop me
Not today, not tomorrow, not so soon