Suicide is not a sin!

Ive got a scary thought
how bout I pull a razor out
you see the glint, the shine
you know I love it

one quick slash is all it takes
my pain dissolves as the blood fills in the broken skin
trickles down my leg
a river until drip drip drip it falls to the floor
it creeping out of the bathroom now

suddenly the flashbacks come
to me they show my past
and now I'm there yet once again
but this time I'm prepared.

I hear a shout and rather
than wrench my heart open to please her
I sit invisibly and make one swift motion
and yet again theres a tiny trickle
and blood runs down my leg
making red lines even as I brush it all away

This doesn't mean much to me
just another scar
maybe when I'm dead they can count them
and how they pushed me, they can see how far.
well that time is coming
because this hurt is no more
I feel so at peace with myself

I pray to god, don't send me to hell.
and with an "amen", I drag the razor against my blood-kissed wrists.
The buzzing sounds fade, the flickering light dims,
and I die with a blackened rose in my hands.