Thinkin

Crying in my room
Behind my closed door
Cutting my skin
Blood dripping to the floor.

Thinking of death
Thinking of the past
Thinking to myself
How long will I last?

The knife gets so deep
As I hold it in my hand.
People have tried to help
But nobody understands.

I just have this temptation.
One i can not resist.
This temptation of bleeding.
Knives slicing through my wrist.

Thinking of death
Thinking of the past
Thinking to myself
How long will I last?

It's not that I want to
I just need to feel the pain.
Whenever I am down
I cut nearly every vein.

You just don't get it.

Thinking of death
Thinking of the past,
It will never last

It's not the want but the need.
And I have the need to bleed.