by Thomas A Michel Jun 15, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Wasting my life away waiting for the death that never seems to arrive. Slicing the flesh that holds me together. The blood dripping down, staining the floor that I stand upon; puddles forming. I need help oh so much help for I enjoy this. 1 cut 2cut 3cut 50. Holding my breathe; feeling the sting please come save me. One two breath slice. One two breath slice. Echoing through my head. When does it stop? When will I regain my senses? Stop me. Hurry. The razor's cutting too deep. Sooth my pain. I'll be waiting. Until you come I repeat my cycle. One two breath slice slice. One two breath slice slice slice. One two three four five....... gone. |