Cold Suicide

I lock the door
I don't know why I bother
I'm all alone
no one will be home for hours

I lay in the bathtub with a knife in my hand
Slowly I drag it across my skin
I don't feel anything anymore

I wipe away the tears
disgusted that I showed such a sign of weakness

Coldly, I look up at the ceiling
Basking, here, in all my glory
When you find me
I'll have a smile on my face

The room is starting to spin
My anger is starting to ease
The knife drops from my hand

I'm sorry I made it impossible to love me