Slowly Dying

As I cut my wrist
The blood moves slowly down my arm
It feels so good to know
That nothing could cause more harm.

As I lay on my bedroom floor
I see my life flash before my eyes
I'm slowly dying
I'm sick of all the stress and lies.

As I begin to let go
A smile forms apon my face
I'll soon be happy
I'll be out of this place.

As I slowly die
I'm happy once again
As my sad life ends
A happy one begins.