It's 2:06 in the morning and I'm
laying here screaming into my pillow
as the fear creeps in to steal what's left of
my sanity

If only the ink flowed from my pen as
artfully as the crimson from my wrists
Perhaps then I would not want to marry
the blade to my skin

I'm losing my willpower not to cut
I found an old suicide note today
I'm still not sure why I never made use
of it

Though my palms sweat, my forearms are shaking
I'm starting to drift into a world where
dreams I won't remember will torture me
to consciousness

I just want to close my eyes and never
see any of you again; maybe then
I wouldn't be able to burden you
anymore

I will miss everyone when I am
gone; I hope my selfishness won't hurt you
as much as my selflessness has hurt me
Goodbye