once you dig the razor in too deep
you know youve crossed a line
in more ways than one

physically;
youve cut deeper than
you ever have before

and then
mentally;
you cannot go back now

The salty stream of pain streaks across my face
And my mind lost in an ashen haze,
I yearn for an understanding gaze,
But the world is lost in their own maze.
Standing on the ledge of annihilation; screaming give me a reason

Was a child of the summer,  my soul used to shimmer.
The morning daylight that once made my heart  flutter,
Now charrs my back to the colours of dying embers.
Standing on the ledge of annihilation ; screaming give me a reason

I used to finger paint the world with vibrant hues.
This sadness, silent but wailing for rescue,
And its underpainting has dappled me blue.
Standing on the ledge of annihilation; screaming give me a reason

My heart is tired of flooding blood to this prison.
The cuts  now bleed crimson.
My own thoughts have committed treason.
Standing on the ledge of annihilation; screaming give me a reason

A red blade lies there, my hands trembling,
My palms covered in blood, my fingertips twitching,
With red liquid, from the cuts bleeding.

When my eye catches my reflection,
They turn red from rejection,
Not by someone, but from my own aversion.

When my thoughts are free, and my heart bleeds,
I feel the attention on the rolls of fat as it kneads,
My face looks disgusted ,as the double chin heeds.

My feet are tired from climbing up the road,
My spine split from carrying the load,
My heart sick of drowning in the tears of the pain never told.

The walls closing in
The white noise increasing
The blade appealing

A red blade lies there, my hands trembling,
My palms covered in blood, my fingertips twitching,
With red liquid, from the cuts bleeding.