Tears keep rolling down my face,
as blood keeps dripping on the floor.
I've learned through years of practice
that if you close your eyes tightly
and clench your teeth,
it stops you from screaming out.
This blade I clutch is my only trusted friend,
and as soon as I felt my arms bleed,
all the pain inside seemed to end,
but still I needed to bleed more.
Something inside of me
knew it would be easier this way,
to expose what's underneath,
and once it's in your hands, there is no end -
you just hope that somewhere along the way,
you will stop.
And if I don't,
then at-least in Heaven
I know I'll never be alone.
