Special Vein

Drip drip drop is all you hear
Carving more carving in fear
Its the sound of pain leaving
Its the sound the soul makes when sick of grieving

Its completely black
Theres no way to bring that blood back
I cant see anything i don't care
I know the blood ends up somewhere

Each time that knife touches my skin
I get this sick feeling deep within
What if someone See's whats on my arm
What if someone finds out i cause myself harm

I get to frightened i start to think sick and twisted
In my mind suicide has enlisted
I think maybe one last time i will take my pain
And i will slice that special Vein