My Life

That knife looks so surreal cutting through my flesh
Watching the blood trickle down my wrists
This pain I can handle God I wish I could just cut out my heart
There are no tears left to cry only anger clenched teeth and fists

So many thoughts are swimming through my head
My mind that was a complete blur is now so clear
Sense has come to me too late
I have no doubt in this facing my destiny without fear

My clenched fists have become to weak to hold
Any moment could be my last and yet not a single tear can I cry
Blood thinning and my breaths become shorter
My want to live can not compete with my passion to die

I'm spinning and yet I am standing firm
This was my choice the one thing I have ever been able to control
This is my life my hate my destiny my pain my sorrow my last breath
This is my faith Lord receive my soul
-Jay Pierce-