Taile on my wrist

1 becomes 2
2 becomes 4
then my knife hits the floor
maths or not they all become scars
scars on my wrist that tell a tale
of everything i've ever failed
beging lighter then becoming darker
deeper they get the more they flow
putting my emotions all on show
4 becomes 8
8 becomes 10
maybe this is where it ends
maybe theres no point
in living dead

pick up the knife
put it in a safe place
just incase
i wish one day to take my life