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by Cassidy Nov 27, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
One last swipe I sit holding the knife which first got me here only thinking of why I did it I'll try to re-open these scars but this skin is tougher than ever the pain more intense than ever The blood drips down my arm The blood on the blade more noticeable than ever How deep will I go? Oh; the sting of this blade across my new skin this one is for you- making me think you're better than me letting myself sink to your level How deep will I go? Oh; the sting cutting through my new skin pulling the knife along even slower to make sure I remember this pain tonight will be the last night I ever do this How deep will I go? Oh; the sting cutting through my new skin I'm going to make this pain last the night One last swipe. I hold this knife; dropping it to the ground, Only to pick it up again I look at the blade and; The pain its caused Was it worth it?