You sit in the dark
Blade in one hand
A gun in the other
You slice your wrist
Once, twice, three times
You see the blood
It out lines your skin like red ink on white paper
You let em bleed
You make your self suffer
You cut on top of cuts
Just to make them deeper
Everyone is worried about you
But you don't care
You wanna suffer from the pain
Until it's to much for you to bare
You put the gun to your hand and pull the trigger
BANG....the pain is gone now and forever