As i run this blade down my wrist
i begin to feel that release
that i long for and miss,
how much blood will run this time?
will it be enough to end this life?
i think I'm going to lose my mind
just take me away,
i always have to run and hide!
I'm fading away,
this life,
falling from my grip,
slip by slip.
the blood keeps falling,
drip by drip,
