There's sadness in my bones
Rotting away at my soul
Tears fall like acid rain
Burning my face 
with ashened skin frail and flaky
The idea crosses my mind
a thin line won't make that much of a deal
I don't typically cross lines 
Especially those I set myself
I miss the feeling of the cold blade
The sharpness of the edge
Rest against my damp skin
The urge to feel gripes at my weaknesses
I have desires unmet with guilt
Drink after drink 
Lie after lie