Bad Habits

It started with a quick incision
This was quite the big decision
I didn't know what that would bring
What would become of that small sting

Next I knew, I made it deeper
I made it wide; I made it steeper
It made me laugh; it made me cry
It truly made me want to die

I threw away my razorblade
This was a dumb choice, I had made
For then, I grabbed a big, sharp saw
I cut my wrist off; ha, ha, ha

My blood flowed out, onto the floor
It rolled itself out of my door
I tipped over, onto my bed
Oh, the joys of being dead!