The lights slowly dissapear, one by one, leaving me to face this darkness alone once more.

My happiness dances hand in hand with thoughts of suicide.

A cut each week keeps my demons asleep,
For if they wake it's my soul they shall take.

I sit here surrounded by sightless eyes,
Wondering why they believe my lies,
Never caring as this soul cries,
Never helping as this soul dies.

Because of all these words unspoken,
This blade still lies here, taunting, unbroken.

Teardrops of blood, they hold my pain,
Allowing my mind to clear.
The release they bring allows me to attain,
My presence without fear.