No Regrets . x

With blood stained hands i pray .
Eyes glistening with tears and dismay .

The cold steel knife lay on the floor.
My pale limp body i could not adore.

When they found me my heart had stopped.
Due to blood loss my wrists that were chopped.

Screaming and tears from those who loved me.
My soul goes up i have been set free.

I still feel that pain of that sharp knife.
But i don't regret taking my life