End The Fight

Never to deep, not enough to die, but enough to feel the pain, enough to feel the scream inside.

The blade against my wrist as it pierces through, I tighten my fist like I always do.

It submerges, the blood overflows, I'm screaming inside, and nobody knows.

The vein is right there, now I can die, life isn't fair, neither is suicide.

I feel selfish for what I've done, but it's a battle that couldn't be won.