As I put the blade to my wrist
I'm wishing for another way out
Some way, some how
other than blood
I'm succumbing to the crimson
bleeding not to care
this isn't a suicide attempt
or a death threat to myself
this is a coping mechanism
my way of forgetting
when I was fully engulfed in love
my way of accepting
that I am unaccepted
but some things I can never forget
as I dive headfirst in memories
of the unborn
WHY WON'T LIFE JUST LET ME FORGET?
let me sink into this oblivion
of complacency
or maybe just apathy
as I'm living just to pass the time
I put the blade to my wrist
for the things I'll never forget
