Another Drop of Red

~*Another Drop of Red*~

I thought this feeling was gone,
but for some reason its coming back and its strong.
I have the urge to cut my wrist with a knife.
Anting to bleed and take my life.
Every single time I wanna be happy and forget it all,
I get little better then I always seem to fall.

I won't ever amount to anything here
I'm better off gone, I wanna disappear
I want to relive this fear and pain
even when i cut the hurt seems to remain.
But I don't care what people have said
with every word is another drop of red.

I want to quit, I really do
but its something I need, I just don't know how to.
How can I go on with out the way i cope
Without my knife makes me lose all hope
It's a part of me and I need it.
It brings me up when I feel like s**t.
I close my eyes and I know its real
With my knife I relive every bit of emotional pain i feel.
Griping it tight I seem my past real clear.
I'm in a sick state of mind, I really wish I wasn't here.