Pool of red

It was the first time,
I cut myself so deep.
As tears role down my face,
i start to bleed.
A pool of dark red lays beneath me,
i remember all the red and how i just was wishing i was dead.
I remember my pain,as i cut my veins,
horible thoughs fill my head,
i know that inside, im already dead.

so take the razor and put it to my wrist,
again and again,
i cut my self hard.
i go outside and sit in the yard, my dad comes along and starts to yell,
i told him that your making my life hell,
i told him whats the matter with you? oh i know drunk again, and this is the things that just start to begin.

i run inside and sit there and wonder,
why is this my life?
so once again i look to the knife.
i hold in in my hands and ponder if i should go,
is this my time? tell me if so.
this is the last time, i put it to my wrist, good bye world, i will see you in hell.
i push down hard.
one last time i will feel my pain, and one last time i will cut my veins.
one quick move,
i have nothing to loose.
i hit the floor and there was no more.