Cut, Bleed, Death

a bit of a darker side of me

I have a blade & a bottle of wine

Each to ease he pain I have within me

Do I end my life?...No that's too easy

I look at myself in the mirror each day

Wondering if today is my day to die

I won't be missed

All I'll be is dust in the wind

I could take this blade and run it across my wrists

And just watch it flow down my arms like an on going list

Then to make my pain go away even more

Is to take the wine and pour all over the sores

Let it sink into my tan toned skin

As I lay there and watch my life wither away

No one cares for me

I'm like a lost soul

Like burnt popcorn at the bottle of a serving bowl

When people look at me I get stares

Some go from stares straight into glares

Then you can simply see

How my life isn't filled with joy and glee

It's filled with pain, hatred, sorrow and depression

Ok I made my final decision

To make the incition

And just end this hoplessness

Sounds heard

Cut

Bleed

Death

The last thoughts in my head

Soon enough the incitions are made

And soon

Cold

Blood

Death