as i stand here
in this pool of blood
i look at my wrist
i see the cuts
i see the scars
so many times
ive drug this blade
across my wirst
wondered if this is it
this time is diffrent
is this it?
was this my life
a sea of misery
moutains of pain
rivers of hate
finaly its all over
im getting cold
im getting tired
as this pool grows
at my feet
i think finaly
i get to leave
i collaps
evrything gets blury
i slip in to my slumber
never to wake again