I sit on the cold floor
soaking with tears of pain
crying away my feelings
wanting to replace the pain you gave me
it hurts but i dont care anymore
as i run the blade across my wrist several times
my blood runs onto the soaking floor
i feel sick and dizy
this is what youve done to me
my head hits the floor
i open my eyes and all i see is red
i lay there with the knife in my hand
screams of silence from within me wanting to be let out
but nothing
only silence..
