As I bleed in the past
I see the pain in my friends eyes
I tried to stop but
I start to slide the blade across my wrist
The blood falls down
Like rain drops in the morning mist
but I tried to stop
I want a drought
from the blood
I hate to see my friends in pain
but the pain in my heart is stronger
and my fathers memory lingers in the background
I want to see him but my mom says no
I want to cry but my sister holds tight
So my escape is one slice across the wrist
