Four A.M., everyone sleeps
Yet again i feel the urge creeps
with each cut a tear forget
Slowly fill myself with regret
Right on the wrist the cold blade lies
After each slash, the soul cries
Creimson fluid inside my veins…
Instant cure to all my pains
The hollow voice again whispers
Don’t you know what your heart wishes?
One, two, three, four…
Are you happier than before?
Five, six, seven, eight…
You cant die!, you have to stay…
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve…
What purpose does this serve?
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…
Come on, stop being a drama queen!
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…
Please stop, haven’t you got plenty?
Twenty-one… tewenty-two… twenty-three… twenty-four…
Please!, stop this senseless gore!…
Twenty-five… okay. that’s it. I’m done…
I can’t wait to see myself be gone
They don’t understand, they do not know
They didn’t before, why would they now?
Didn’t they see, when they looked at my eyes?
The endless dark where my heart lies?
Will you look at my corpse and fake being scared?
Everyone saw… nobody cared