Twelve Reasons

As I dig this knife into my hip
I slowly start to bite my lip
The first one is not very deep
But even so my blood does seep

I take a shot at about four more
Even though I have never done this before
And then I go and clench my fist
As it's time to move up to my wrist

The first two come and go too quick
Like water to paper the blood does not stick,
To a knife I find getting deeper and deeper
As I find myself growing weaker and weaker

Three and four just bring more of the same
While I am having all to much fun with this game
All the pain is nothing more than a sting
and better thoughts this pain will bring

Of how an OD could be a nice way to end this life
But as of right now I will stick to my steak knife
Number five and six bleed even more
As I watch my blood seep to the floor

The last one, seven hurts the most
Thats not something that I would boast
Closest to the vein there's no doubt about it
I ask my self why it couldn't not just hit,

Ending a life to me that means nothing
From everyone neglecting and not even caring
About a person who has given up feeling alone
So next time he guarantees, he'll dig to the bone