I, stabbed myself today
to see if I still feel
I, try to feel pain,
the only thing that's real
The blood flows down my arm
to my fingertips
it dribbles down onto the floor
till I put them to my lips
The blood, it tastes so good
goes down with ease
then I start to cry
and I collapse onto my knees
What have I become?
How can I not see
the only one I hurt
in the end is me
Good. I deserve to suffer
My lifes a fucking lie
I can't do anything right
I can't even fucking die
My life still lingers on
much to my distaste
I have no uses, my life is pointless
it's all a goddamned waste
Why can I not die?
Why do I still live?
How can I not bring myself
to shut up and slit my wrists?
They'd find me in a corner
bleeding out onto the floor
laughing cause I'm finally happy
and suffering no more
What have I become?
A depressive fuck
hoping to die, wanting to cry
cause I think my life sucks
It's really not that bad
it's no excuse to die
so I have no life,
is that reason to bitch and cry?
There must be someone who cares
who wants me to live, not die
someone who might feel sad
if I commited suicide
I guess I'll keep on living
although I don't know why
it can't hurt to live, can it?
Even for just a little while