Suicidal

My blade cuts to make a line, bloody and thin
Pain following it on my pale skin
Tears falling down my face as their torment and laughter echoes in my mind
Sorrow and anger are the only things I have left, everything else is left behind

My blade shakes as I cut deeply in
Blood pouring onto my pale skin
Their torment and laughter pushes me to go deeper
Bringing me closer to seeing the Grim Reaper

My blade tells me what I'm doing is not a sin
Pain now washing over my pale skin
Their torment and laughter won't stop no matter what
And so it says that there's more to cut

My blade says to cut my throat, where their laughters began
I say that I won't I can't, but it says 'It's painless, so yes you can'
I hesitantly bring my blade to my throat and cut a line paper thin
Blood now dripping off my pale skin

As I go deeper I cry in pain from my skin being cut apart
It says that if I want it to end I should stab my heart
As the wound gets bigger I stop and sit on the floor
Resting the back of my head against the door

I close my eyes and wait for my life to slip away
And their torment that's followed me everywhere day by day
I feel dizzy and free, a smile forming on my lips
I cut another line, my pale skin rips

My blood stains my clothes, a small puddle on the floor
Then I hear a hard but distant knock on the door
I don't answer for I cannot speak
My throat numb, my voice too weak

They hit harder, yelling my name
Weither to hurt me or save me, the result is the same
My breathing slows, the blade slipping from my hand
Victory finally comes, the feeling amazing and grand

My vision's blurry, no longer seeing clearly
Knowing that I'm leaving the ones who loved me dearly
I tip and lay on the floor, my body numb
Now happy that Death will finally come

Darkness takes over, I'm glad I didn't stop and hesitate
Because when they open the door, they'll see that they're too late.