Running down m shirt down my sleeves,
the knife slides across my wrists with many more cuts to receive,
i was not okay but i didn't tell,
Because everyone else is well,
Why would you care about a person like me,
when we think so differently,
Slowly trickling down my leg,
Enough to fill a keg,
The one i finished the other night,
To soften the memories of my last fight,
Choking on the blood as it fills my lungs,
knowing now that whats done is done.