As I lay here thinking of the years,
Drenched in blood,
I feel the tears,
As they flood,
Down past my fears.
I am no longer afraid,
Because I've cut past the fears,
This pain was self-made,
With these beautiful sheers,
I look at each blade,
And I am thankful I've had them through all these years.
I am slowly dying,
And somewhat happy,
I can't take the bleeding,
But atleast it's going quickly,
I feel as if I am cheating,
Because my life is still clingy.
I picked the slow way to die,
But that's the way it had to be,
I said goodbye,
But I guess that lately,
That my lie,
Doesn't make me want to hurry,
My way to die.
But now it's okay,
I'm taking my last breath,
It has gone my way,
I am so close to death,
So this is someway,
I have decided to die.
