Control

The deep red blood,
Runs down my arm.
Vision blurred, mind racing,
Thinking of those who hurt me

When ive lost my way,
I sit and point,
The knife to my veins.
Those who pushed me there,
Will never know,
How much pain they've caused.

The knife sits in my pocket,
Their laughter surrounds me
Do they know the fate
They've condemned me to?
Do they even see through my mask?

As i push it in,
I feel content,
Like im on top of the world
I have control, of my own fate,
Of the way my life will end