Goodbye,
beautiful city...

Knifes speak words of sorrow
Scars whine aches from the past...

~Just bare with me on this poem. I wrote it a few...
Cautiously I tread...

Bleeding, just bleeding
Nothing but bleeding...

Birds fly past me
In green grass fields...

My heart is shredding
I'm crying now...

All around me
I see people laugh...

So yes... Erm...

One cut, two cut, three cut, four
This just isn't enough to land me on the floor...

Could you walk away if theres blood on my hands?
Unveil! An art! Suicide, a pleasurable taste...

I must have been terrible.
The handle of the door...

Do it.
Insert needles, swallow vodka, digest pills, slice...