I bleed and bleed,
But never stop.
I cut myself deeper and deeper But still live.
Will I run out?
Will my pain ever end?
I cover myself with blood that I have bled.
Will death come to me?
Or will it surpass me and let me live another day?
Another day of pain,depression and hell.
Will that help?
Or will it just lead me down another path?
A path of to days to come.
A bottle filled with my blood, sits in front of me,
The another bottle is filled, one after another.
But I bleed more blood.
Will it ever end?
When will it end?
Blood spills from my body
And Death awaits for me around the corner.
Blood and Death is my way.
Blood and Death
