The blood dripping down from my wrist as the knife falls from my hand
this was my 5th time and i am going deeper and deeper
i can't control life so i will let it pass and my body go to a better place
as the rag is full of blood it won't stop from falling
as i get closer and closer to the floor i feel my body fall and hit my blood spot from my wrist on the floor
i am covered in blood when they find me a hour later
they check a pulse and i have gone
my life would have not made sense not to because my life couldn't get better in my picture
the blood dripping down from my wrist as the knife falls from my hand
as they put me into the ground my mother cry ed and my father cry ed and my sister was devastated
they see me and see my arm full of cuts and bruises and realize that the wounds were as deep as ever and my life wouldn't have been the same as it was before
