Forgive me god
for what I do
as I slit my wrists
I think of you
it's hard to see
just how to stop it
but it doesn't matter
cause it's what I need
the river of red runs down my wrists
and the sight consumes me
cause it is now
a part of me
it's what I do
to ease myself
from my problems at hand
and this life so true
I write all this in my sorrow state
it helps me out
and I know some can relate
blood dripping from my veins
is what I truly need
as it slides down my wrist
it helps me breath
