Escape reality

My scars keep fading
my wrist is almost clean
i stare at it
and know what every scar means

i miss the way it feels
my wrist against that knife
I'm wondering now
what took me so long to take my life

i search around now
for something so sharp
its hard to find my way
when I'm stuck in the dark

i found my razor blade
that Ive used for years
this will have to do
although its stained with tears

i press it against my wrist
so frail and faint
i miss the thing that looks like
pretty crimson paint

i close my eyes and breath
as its against my wrist
i slid it slow and gentle
but its not enough for this

i press a little harder
and rip apart my skin
it still isn't enough
to stop the pain within

i take a new direction
going up my wrist
this is a little better
still thinking of his kiss

i press deep into my skin
with a sure look in my face
i don't think its enough
to get me out of this place

so far all i see
is a wall of red
maybe a few more
and ill be close to dead

just a little more
and then i will be done
i fought the battle the easy way
and i have won.