One last kiss...

Have u ever woundered, why you were givin life, or why your wrists always seem to find the sharpet knife? I always ask this question, but i can never find, a way to make all this confusion leave my mind. I really want to know, why a new scar appears each day, why do i feel so alone, why do i feel this way? Have you even cut yourself so deep it didnt bleed? or have you ever wanted somthing so bad you didnt need?, like death upon your body, or a wound that wouldnt heal, or somone there by your side to tell you how to feel. these are the things i really want, things to make me smile, like you want somone to walk in your shoes, for just a lonely mile. so black my eyes and cut my wrists stand there and watch me fall, risk my life for happiness, take it and risk it all, let me fall into the hole, of ebony and death, let me go away from here, let me take my last breath. dont let me sit here feeling so numb alone on this broken ground, let me go live again, let happiness take away my frown, so let me take this one last cut, and let the blood stream down my wrist..then let me turn and blow the world...one last kiss....