I just Cry

The nice ring of the word knive
makes me want to grab it
and slowly run it across my soft wrist
and watch the red blood drip down my arm.

The nice tingle of the word scissors
makes me want to pick them up
and have the blood flow free
for all to see.

As the blood falls
I think of my life
and the people i will miss
but they wont miss me.

So badly do i want to stop
to go back and fix it
but i cant do that
and i pray out loud.

I stop
i put them down
and sit there holding my wrist
and i just cry.

By: Allishafox