I Hope They Take My Life

I sit in the dark, opening my head
Relieving the pressure with a slit instead
This is the first time a blade's touched my skin
And they're so little that I'm trying again

I'm surprised by how clean the blade is
How little the bliss
I supposed I expected more relief
But I've still forgotten how to breathe

I'm drowning in snot while my eyes are dry
Because this isn't the first time I've wished to die
And I know I've gotten closer than this moment
But swallowing that many pills isn't as much of an enjoyment

These little dribbles of blood are so appealing
But I know with cuts this shallow, soon they'll be healing
I'm not surprised to say I wish for this blade again
To take more than just the unmarked perfection of my skin