Alone in the world
Everything starting to twirl
Tears mixed with blood in a swirl
The knife on the floor
And there I am,
No more.
Maybe it is better that I do die
And then I will know if anyone will cry
And I ask with a sigh
Do you really care
Or shall I take this dare?
Maybe I should take some pain killers
And over dose
I’m beginning to think that this would be even better
Even worse
I hate being the original cutter.
Maybe I shall fill my tube up with warm water
Torcher myself until I cry my eyes out
Then I’ll be too weak to shout
Take bleach and pour it into the water
That’s the end, no more.
Tell me this is original
Maybe you’ll see
And then again maybe you won’t
It’ll be great
Here’s a little taste of my own words.
I can’t wait for this day
I’ll slit my wrists so deep
Maybe I’ll weep
Then I’ll fill my tub up with that warm water
Pour bleach into it
And just sit.
