I head up the stairs to my secret box under my bed
my friend wasn't there, he was somewhere stray lead
thinking that God is making a mockery of me
till I spotted my trusty blade in deed
I grip it and I felt the bright chi take its course through my vien
I tighten up my arm and tie the string around it so with a twist of pain
I stregthen my fore arm and but my blade against my skin, how cold
just like this soon to be forgotten world, I envy the that it gets so low
and now it sees me depart its spiteful embrace, I pull slowly back with the blade
tho feel all this pain is what I lovely embrace, but I can't see blood jade
the beautiful color or dark blue infuse with oxygen to be red, I say to the
when I bleed I feel the need to be something I can not believe
and yet there is no blood so I try again, no blood so I try again, no blood so I try again
now I see that my rough skin is making a fool out of me then
but I shall not be bestested by some mesly flesh no I will win
that's when I go to my cabinet and grab the vodka and jin
mother doesn't know I know that dad left these
so I pour me a glass and knock back a couple of drinks
plus the fact I took them with the tylenol extra stregth for an immediate reaction
but somehow I feel death doesn't want to leave me with this chemical reaction
so now I go back to my trusty friend and once again start to slit my skin
oyes I feel the extasy of pain yet again in my system, now my room is dim
the lights fade out, I can smell the droplet of blood running down my arm
when momma comes home I hope she doesn't sound the alarm