Watching the red stain dribble down my arm,
Trying to distract myself, trying to keep calm,
See it slowly drip onto the tiled floor,
Watching the deep crimson gently pour,
Asking myself, is this right?
Or am I just loosing the fight?
Of trying to keep myself alive,
Trying so hard, attempting to survive,
This won't help, what am I thinking?
Or will it? My heart is slowly sinking,
I stand there, clutching at my arm,
Why was I thinking about self harm?
It doesn't work, I doubt it will,
I think I'll just have to stick to a natural kill.
