The blood from these veins, are slain
To convert this pain, from these wrist
So that anger doesn't coexist
Listen as I speak, cause there's always a twist
I slice so slow, and watch the blood drip as it flows
To know, at least that I can still feel
And watch as the knife cuts and the skin peels
Unhurried by my worries,
I let this blood; stream from my seams
It screams for the hope of new dreams
And it continues to pour
So that I can write on what was before
I cut these wrists, cause bloods my ink
Writing to rid myself of my demons
So I can think
I feel the pain but never blink
The blood from theses veins, are slain
To convert this pain, from these wrist
So that anger doesn't coexist
As it flows, pulsating so slow
Just to know that I can still feel
As the knife cuts, and the skin starts to peel
My blood gushes onto this page
And as i stop my pen; my veins heel
