Lonely day

Blood comes gushing from your wrist
ragged gashes below your fist.
one inch wide or paper thin
bleeding releases the pain within
so bottle it up
store it away
save your hurt for a lonely day
and when the day comes
you'd better be ready
take a deep breath
and hold the blade steady
seperate skin and vein
smile now
bleed out your pain
drop by drop
insanity comes back
drop by drop
it fades to black
your breathing slows
your skin is cold
your wounds are deep but dry
now your done
you've had your fun
and now you're going to die