Desperation killing me
removing me interior
and as I fold, my hands, they hold
this knife which seems inferior
Racing thoughts of pain and fear
rip carelessley through mind
with happy thoughts of childhood
I now need leave behind
Looking in the mirror I know
I really don't belong
a broken, wretched heap of crap
who really should be gone
Second thoughts of life renewed
give me shrouds of hope
but the concept of a happy life
is one I just can't grope
This times all to real
thus my blood seeps out the cracks
my knife has carved into my wrists
there is no turning back
Pooling at my feet
the dark red puddle of my life
mocking me for giving in
and breaking down tonight
Panicking I realize
I do not want to die
I never even got a chance to hug my friends
and say goodbye
Collapsing on my knees
I try to shovel blood back in
but the blood nows that its' over
and all it does is grin
I lay inside the pool I made
watching as I drain
waiting for my end to come
is driving me insane
I can no longer see
everything's red
I hope you're happy
now I'm dead
And as I enter into hell
for my deserved damnation
you'll wake up today
to the headlines that say:
ANOTHER VICTIM OF DESPERATION