Another Note! :.*.:

I lay in bed with a clenched fist
As the blood trickles down my wrist.
I watch it flow faster and faster,
As I Slice and twist,
This feeling i have, i cant resist.
Somethings screaming in the back of my head
this feeling i have seem to be misled
Cutting to me, is now just a bore,
And the pain thats being inflicted doesn't phase me anymore,

So i pop the pills, to give me more of a thrill,
Drugs, and cutting, they are my life, my wish, my every will
So For people who don't understand
Drugs, and cutting are my lending hand

Then All once these thought begin to race
As one tear starts to fall from my motionless face,
I look at my wounds, and think there not enough,
So i need to be tough. keep my rage up.
As i begin to make another deep cut......

Another deep slice and another quick twist
I watch the blood flow from my battered wrist.
Pop another pill, for more of a deeper feel.
As I write a this short but thoughtful suicide note, and slowly slit my throat