But when it came right down to it
the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless
that i couldn't do it.
...
I feel like a picture with a broken frame.
Alone and Hopeless.
Vulnerable and Drepress.
I feel like wanting to give up.
...
What's There To Kill?
But when it came right down to it
the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless
that i couldn't do it.
It was as if what i wanted to kill
wasent in that skin
or the thin blue pulse that jump under my thumb.
But somewhere else
deeper
more secret.
Somewhere where i couldn't reach at all.