Each cut splits my skin, And I enjoy watching the blood, Trickle so thin. But I've had enough, Of seeing just thin bloodlines. Time to take things rough. So as I drag the blade deeper, I lacerate my skin in longer lengths, I see the reaper. But I can't stop here it's getting fun, I can't let go of this addiction. I savour the blood on my arms as it runs. I'm losing my sight, The lines become even more blurred. I fear I'm losing this fight. Nausea is crawling through my frail body, I fear the bloodloss is too much. If only this were a dream, if only. Rush to the cupboard, Tear open the door. Throw out the paper, Tools, jugs, so desperate. I can't find the wool, The anti-septic cream is gone. Apply pressure, cut off the blood flow. Stop the bleeding. If only I'd thought of the world before, Perhaps tonight would be a different story. Looking down on my family, I see you only as dots now. But, I'm screaming angrily. Watching you in tears, Staring at your blood-soaked floor, From my selfish rage to release all my fears.