Slice

Slice the knife against my skin,
Patiently I wait as the room starts to spin.
Blood flows against the knife,
I never deserved to be in this life.
Dig deeper,
Cut deepest,
The faster I do it the quicker I die.
I know its wrong but it feels so right.
Make a pattern,
Written in red,
Forget me and everything I've ever said.
Eyes get heavy,
Room spins faster,
Knife moves quicker,
This is a disaster.
A wonderful disaster,
With consequences great,
No one can stop me its no debate.
I'm not winning this,
But I am losing me,
That's no shame and no loss I can see.
It's alright.. really,
I'm meant to die,
It's fine with me,
I won't cry.
I become numb and the pain disappears,
Along with my problems and all of my fears.