Bliss

With the knife in my hand
I look at my wrist
The crimson blood hits the floor and
I think "what a beautiful bliss"
See, you just don't understand
The feeling that i have in my head
When i hold my knife in my hand
It's almost like I'm fast asleep in my bed
The feelings so peaceful
Where no trouble exists
Your not packed with worries
And your in complete heavenly bliss
The only downside
Is the scars left to remind you
What goes on in your mind
These suicidal thoughts
I'm becoming quiet
Or so I've been told
I tell them I'm sick and it reached a new height
But really i have no control
Everything is so very dull
I've lost complete interest
My wants are full
But then i wonder
"Will i really die like this?"