Without a Care

As my wrist splits open,
the feeling dies away,
am i able not to do this everyday?
The knife is chanting out my name,
I must do it even though it always ends in shame,
my cold shattered soul can't take any longer,
cutting is my only resolution to make me feel stronger,
Suicidal thoughts play hide and go seek in my head,
i hate everything about myself,
I'd much rather be dead,
so here i lay on the ground,
I'm leaving this place without a sound,
Memories flashing right before my eyes,
screaming, yelling and all the lies,
Taking in my last breaths of air,
Here I lay dead without a care..