Blood drips down

The blood dripped down the handle
And collides with the floor
Sitting in this dark,damp room
Watching the lights dim, the rain pour.

Sensing the give up
Elimanating the Fight
Can't go on anymore
Sensing death day and night

Blinded by the passion
Overcome by all the hate
Too long to short
No longer have to wait

No more happiness
Happiness is "gay"
How many happy days you have
The sad ones will cut you down anyways

But i just can't take it
Its all over now
But all this is left to consider
Is how?

God i hate this feeling
Of needing self harm
why is it happening again
I guess from now on i'll always hide my arm
--rhys--
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