Wishing Death ©

I look into the night sky
wonding would it's like to die
I look at my wrist
they are healing now
but the memories remain
I remember the way he laughs
the way he held me in his arms
I wish there was someway
instead of cutting my arms
I wish I could get away
to get him out of my mind

I think about the little blade
what's wrong with little cuts
my twisted thoughts
they just keep coming
I just need to rely on my blade
I know I promised I'd quit
but this keeps passing my mind
why must I be the one to die

I keep struggling with myself
because I promised to quit
yet my blade is still in my room
waiting for my pale wrist
I keep fight the urge
because I know people care
but i just can't help it
its a habit for so many years

You're thinking Im insane
why dont I talk to a friend
you're missing the point
ones mad at me
and the other one moved away
it gets harder to trust people
after they turn you in
no one could ever understand
the pain I hold within