What if I died?
Who would care?
"I care," you lied.
The truth's not there.
Blood spills down
As the blade cuts skin
My nerves are so tightly wound
And I fall into the grip of sin.
In dizzying spirals
The world falls apart
The pain spreads, it's viral,
And I gasp with a start.
Biting my lip
And erasing the pain
Makes me want to tip
And drive in the wrong lane.
Blades can't erase
The pain underneath,
This dangerous chase,
And nonexistent relief.
Madmen's insanity
Brought about this curse
With a string of profanity,
The pain gets worse.
Drowning in air
I claw at my throat
To escape this despair,
To heal the heart that broke.
I can hardly see
And my breathing is scarce
This is not me
This is something rare.
Blood spills down my arm
As the final cut is made.
No further harm
Can come to me in the shade.
My vision blurs
The world stops
My screams are not heard
And I drop like a rock.
