As i carve into my skin
I wonder, where did this all begin?
Is it my fault Im hurting?
Or is it a punishment for one of my many past sins?
Once Im behind closed doors
I sit and watch the blood drain
I remove my happy mask
    Then I wonder, why do I induldge myself in this pain
As I carve into my skin
All sorts of memories flutter into my head
I think of many thoughts
Though I mainly think of being dead.
   After a tiresome journey
   The one they call life
   I lay pooled in my own blood
   I take my last breath
   I taste something, oh so sweet...I think its called death...