cutting, bleeding
releasing the pain
crying is weakness
cutting keeps me sane

im so depressed
i just cant stop
im not too sane
wanna break the clock

the clock is too real
too precise
with its even ticks
and its balanced price

i cut deeper
even more
deeper than ive
ever cut before

crimson relief
drips to the floor
puddling around my knees
steadily now it pours

im gonna die
faster please
lying now on the floor
i was on my knees

im feeling cold
my skin is white
everything is dark
and out of sight

my stare is blank
my skin like chalk
my legs are weak
too weak to walk

im dead
this is the endless rest
my soul
out of me was pressed

my life is over
i am dead
with a puddle of blood
around my head

what a mess
blood is everywhere
oh well too bad
no one will care..
 
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