You don't think I'd cut myself?
You don't think I'd bleed?
Actually, your wrong,
I'd watch the blood trickle down my sleeve.

The pain would be mere,
Such a sudden rush to me.
Now all they way down my arm,
The object now leads.

I feel it slice and gash,
As it strokes it's way down.
I wonder in the morning,
If I will be found.

You didn't think I'd do it.
You didn't think I'd watch.
But I sit here and smile,
As in a pile my blood now clots.

The pain is the feeling of freeing your soul.
It's how you get the excitement when you feel low.

Don't ever say I won't, cause now you know I will.
In a few minutes, I'll be gone.
It will have been such a bloody kill.
 
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