You say that cutting,
Is making more pain for me.
But,
In reality,
It's only saving me from the pain.
When,
I cut,
I forget everything bad that happened today.
In the bathroom,
With the door locked,
With a knife in my hand,
It's razor sharp blade against my wrists.
Blood starts to appear,
Then,
In a few moments,
A drop of blood drips on the floor.
I won't stop,
Not until my vision starts to blur.
I know that I've gone to far.
But,
I won't stop,
Until,
I fall to the floor.
Knowing,
That I'm finally free.
