Together with the blade
and my blood stained tears
I knowingly punish those
who hurt me.
Sitting in candle light
pretending threes no pain.
But what do I gain?
No one will awake
with my silent screams.
I watch the blood
run from a vein.
Tomorrow I will wake
but I'm only a fake.
I'll wear a smile
though only for a while.
I need to compile the
thoughts in my head
though al I see is red.
My body is drained.
I have nothing aside
from these blood stained tears.
I hide my fears, the blame
and hatred for this game.
I have no pride
I want to ride
please let my body
commit suicide.
The temptation is unbelievable.
No preparation to die.
Sit and hide unto you I confide.
"I'm off to die, yet I won't cry."
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