Tiny beads of red liquid running down my wrist,
My life,dripping down my arm,
the relief of my days gone red is all i see,
it will not stop,
thought the feeling was relief yet my arm is numb now,
no longer i feel relief,the pain is pouring in
I pull down my sleeve,
i see it no more,
but more is coming,
The pain is greater,
I'm crouching in a corner,
grasping my throbbing wrist,
my meaningless life is over,
in one cut.
