Lost

I Cry For the Blood
The world flies by,
Time won't stop.
I want to go back.
Before I began.
Before the first cut.
Before the blood.
Before the pain.
Before it started.
I cry for the lost blood.
Circling with the water.
Flowing down the drain.
I wish I could do that.
My life is too much.
I don't think I can handle it.
So I take the handle of the knife,
And hold up against my life.
I cut for the pain.
I watch it flow down the drain.
I watch the red streaked water,
Taking away my pain.
I cut for my life.
For hope for a better beginning.
I cut for the light,
That will take me from this place.
You beg me to stop.
You plead for me to stop.
I can't stop.
I'm addicted.
The tip of the knife,
Cool against my wrist.
I prick the skin.
I watch the blood flow.
The world flies by,
Time won't stop.
I want to go back.
Before I began.
Before the first cut.
Before the blood.
Before the pain.
Before it started.