Last night I saw a bloody fountain on my wrist,
It was made different, with a little twist,
I should have let it bleed,
Should have finished the deed,
For the first time I hit the vein,
There was no pain,
Just that comforting feeling,
But when I felt it heeling,
I took my razor blade,
Hoping that soon i would fade,
I keot on cutting my arm,
With intent to do bodily harm,
Now looking back on that night,
I wish I didn't put up any fight,
With that knife,
I should have ended my life!
