As I slit my wrist
I watch the blood
Slowly running down my arm
Clutching the razor tighter
I do it again
This time deeper
More blood
Why does this feel so good?
Sitting in a pool of blood
Wanting my life to end
Fading away
Not wanting to stay
The feeling of pain
The feeling of hurt
Really..whats left too gain?
When your dad’s dead
And your mum hates you….
I may as well kill myself too
