Red is all i see as i bleed...
My shirt turns slowly from white to red,
I lie here alone in this empty bed,
My family has been messing again with my head!
I just wish i were dead!
I watch as my arm bleeds from many a slice.
The feeling of the blade cold against my skin,
Feels so nice.
I hold the blade to my pulse...
I'm eger to feel bound of my fears.
As i know my time is running clear.
Clear your mind as you let your hand slip,
You miss your vein by a single tip!
Your so close to trying again...
All you can think about is why and when.
Where is my friend?
Dear god please don't let me do this again...!
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Submission Name: "Why do we do it"?
