The final Cut. *bored. so i wrote this*

I’ll keep this a secret between me & you
It was quick, a sharp touch & then blood drew
It started to drip down my arm
That left me begging for more.
I smiled in how much pain I was in
& how I wished there was more

I often would think these thoughts late into the night
People told me they were worried for me
They wished I was alright
I told them I was fine with a big smile across my face
But little did they know blood was what I wanted to taste

I put on a fake smile & made them believe
That I was happy and I had everything in my life that I need

But little did they know what happened when I closed my door
That then I would raise up the knife
Always wanting more

I knew this was a bad addiction
One that could cost you your life
But a risk is just a risk
It’s not like I’m playing with my life

Then that was when fate would take in
When the addiction would get worst
And I had to finish what I put myself in

Slowly but surely in time
There was getting to be one to many lines
Little ones
Big ones
All across my arm
Showing what I have put myself in
My self harm

As I have said before I had to finish what I had started so there would be no more
So late one night when all was asleep
I raised the knife up high
& made sure it dug in deep

The pain made the room swirl around and around
And soon but sure enough I couldn’t hear a sound
All I heard was the clattering of the knife
& how I chose to take my life

The blood was seeping out more and more
I have finished what I started
Just don’t go beyond this door.

Cause beyond this door you will see violence and pain
Of how one natural beauty went slowly insane

She thought this was a addiction
That would pass after time
But she was getting use to how she would decorate her arms with those lines

She thought the lines were pretty as they zigzagged on her arm
A little girl with no help, but evidence of self harm

It was a cold, stormy day when she took her life
All because
I gave her the knife