you dies
leaving me behind
i refuse to face this world alone.
suicide
something ive thought about
a fleeting thought
what would happen
should i push the blade deeper
will i meet the reaper
will i see you again
its worth it
pull my sleve back
exposing my wrist
already scar kissed
pale and glistening in the light
i press the blade against my skin
pull it down
blood bubbles to the surface
not deep enough
press the blade harder
hold back my terror
blood rushes out in torrents
beautiful red against my skin
how grand this sin
i drop the blade
tears fly from my eyes
so dizzy
i gave up without a fight
the room is getting less bright
for me i cry
for you i die
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