This torment is my torture,
A never ending suffering.
Alcohol only a temporary diversion,
Only one true way to end it all.
A blade with a jagged edge,
Fumbling in my hands,
Waiting for it's first taste of blood.
I slowly lye the cold metal against my skin,
A chilling surge rushes through me.
The blade waiting anxiously,
As my shaking fingers grasp the hilt.
I push down,
Forcing the blade through my skin.
Blood rushing to the surface,
My arm drenched in a deep red.
The world begins ...