I sit on the ground
And steady my head
It doesn't really matter
I'm already dead
I turn my wrist up
About to begin
It all becomes silent
As the blades dig in
First there's a pinch
Then blood starts to explore
Forming little red beads
That soon start to pour
I laugh at the sight
My arm starts to burn
The monsters inside are dying
And they start to squirm
The feeling goes away
There's pounding in my head
There's no hope for me
I'm already dead
