A cool, steel blade that fits my hand just perfectly,
My right hand that is,
I hold it up against my delicate flesh.
Honestly, there is a part of me that tells me to stop.
The other part of me tells me to continue.
At the time, I have no clue as to what to do.
The answer is obvious.
This doesn't mean it's always the easiest.
Pain is what I feel surge through me.
It feels oh so good!
Yeah, I know I'm addicted.
Sometimes I cause pain just for the sake of causing pain.
Maybe one day I'll die from pain itself.
Wouldn't that be kind of cool?
My mind is always in sick, twisted bundles.
I just can't seem to untangle myself.
I'm such a mess.
I wonder why any of this happens to me.
I wonder why any of this wouldn't happen to me.
Sometimes I just do or say foolish things.
I don't know why.
I just do.
Just like I'm just here,
I'm just hanging out between worlds.
I don't know anything.
I don't care about anything.
Just, please, let me go.
My blood pools around me on the cool, wood floor.
I'm alone as always it seems.
No one can save me from myself.
I've got a monster living inside of me.
My surroundings spin out of control.
I fall to the earth in which I know I will return.
My eyes stare at nothingness.
My vision blurs as I hope to be breathing my very last.
I don't care who finds my lifeless corpse.
Why would anyone cry over me anyway?
Am I dead yet?
Why does it take so long to just die?
I don't want to be saved.
I just want to rest forever.
I'm worn out.
Pain, pain is all I feel.
Oh, but I can't feel pain anymore if I'm dead.
So, which will it be?
Do I choose death or do I choose life?
I don't know.
Please, just let my blood run.