CUTTING THE TIES THAT BIND So I cut myself with a knife just to see if I can still feel anything in this pathetic life But I feel nothing at all as I watch my crimson blood fall I score my skin, deeper and deeper, push the knife in nothing..... not even a sting...absolutely nothing I frantically seek a virginal place I can carve, cut away my hate self loathing, disgust, as I look at myself, what a ******* state Waiting to faint, as my blood seeps and escapes but as if mocking me, I have to wait relief comes at a price, a deadly cost and reminds me of all that i've lost tired and sleepy, waiting for death to collect me I've planned for no one to save me, finally be free one last slice, just to ensure deep across artery, my blood pumps no more