I tried so hard to stop it
I tried not to let the blade win
But I soon started losing sight
and the wall keeping me from the blade grew thin.
For awhile things were OK
I was so far from the razor's grip
but everything started falling apart
and at my seam's, I started to rip...
soon I was pretending that I was fine
pretending that everything was alright,
but in the back of my mind i saw blood
dripping down my wrist's through the night.
Thought's of harm and suicide
started seeping through my head
and as i sat in my room
i decided that i would be better of dead
so i finally picked up the blade
which i had so deeply come to hate
i felt the blood drip off my fingers
as i silently watched my fate.
