Drip, Drip, Drip.

Drip, drip, drip, is the sound that I hear,
As my blood drips onto the bathroom floor,
Bright red and slimy, it falls to cover the floor,
I look down at my wrists; gaping wounds are shown,

They are not the only ones, but others can only see them,
They cant see the other wounds, for they are inside me,
The wounds within me, drip the most blood,
They are the ones killing me, not the outside ones,

With my blood away flows all of my inside pain,
I am slipping into bliss, as my blood slips away,
With the blood goes all my heartache and pain,
I am slipping from this earth, with my blood I go,

Bright red droplets scatted across the tiles,
Slipping down the drain, I put water over it,
Trying to wash it all away, as I cant the pain,
I can't just wash away all the pain and sorrow I feel,

Do now it has all sent me tumbling over the edge,
No where else to turn, but the this razor blade,
No turning back now, it is too late for me,
But please make this lesson get help for those who need it,

Help the ones in danger; bring them back to life,
Take them from the pit of despair, and bring them up,
Let them see the light, the light that shines brightly,
Let them not make the mistake that has no return from,

Don't let them feel alone, unloved, and depressed,
Don't let them be alone, unloved and depressed,
Let them feel company, love and happiness,
Don’t let them end it all alone and in the dark.