Slippin away

How many times must i slash my wrist,
while pumpin' my arm, and makin' a fist?

how much blood do i need to see,
before the pain inside is finally released?

my arm is so sore, but still i cant stop.
again and again i drag the blade across

once then twice, i continue to slice.
five then six, my blood and tears mix.

eight then nine, Ive lost sense of time.
eleven, twelve, my own personal hell.

Ive lost count now at seventy-five.
i wonder, how will my soul survive?

i can feel myself slippin'
i don't know what to do.

I'm loosin' myself, all because of you.
just 'cause you refused to say "i love you, too"

Copyright ©2005 Amanda Hope Indelicato