Grab the knife
Pierce the skin...

Dear;
The reader...

Suicide
Young people find it funny...

I know that you'll think this is crap
So you won't listen...

Howl of misery forgotten
The red, crimson cry...

The pain she feeds upon her wrists
Upon her arms those crimson strips...

This is my place
Where I'm all alone...

In the midst of the shadows
In this desolate place...

Crimson tears pour over me
The darkness raining a shadow...

A crimson tear pours over her
Her razor grasped in her hand...

Dedicated to Brin and Porter
Her tears of blood...

Don't tell me
What I should do...