Just a little line,

Come on, let me do it.

I beg you,

Let go of me.

Let me do this.

Not like I’m gonna die,

It’s only a drip of blood,

To see the bright red color,

For my own satisfaction.

There won’t be any pain,

Not for me,

Nor for you.

Just one slice, please,

…I’ve done it so long,

It’s been an addiction,

Why take it away now,

When you knew from the start?

Why leave me,

When you knew this would happen?

I thought you loved me,

I thought you cared,

But they were just words,

Without any meaning.

Now,

Why now?

Why do you have to come back?

Yet you try to stop me,

You took away all I’ve had,

Now you’re back to hurt me

…Again.

You rather see me suffer for you

Than to suffer from my self-inflicted pain,

How cruel!

How evil!

You pretended like you cared,

To take this blade away,

To tell me these soothing words,

To try and calm me down,

When you know,

I can’t help but do this,

When you’re around.