not ready

when the blood falls like tears,

when the blade takes all my fears,

when i am falling so fast i cant think,

and i hit the ground before i can blink,

becouse the pain became too much,

i let it go in such a rush,

i forgot to say goodbye,

or even provide a reason why,

with all this hate and pain and fear,

i never allowed anyone to come near,

so now i pray to the divine to save me,

becouse now i realize: i am not ready.