The Flooding (I Guess Third Time Isn't the Charm)

I grab the blade
right to my wrist
I see my sight fade;
well, ignorance is bliss.
Waking up, I see red
blood on the floor, but I'm not dead
I'll try again
give a week or two
start my own trend
since I'm not apart of you
Failure! Failure! I cannot succeed
What do I have to do to get what I need
The third time will come
I will win
I won't stop when I'm done
I'm not doing this again
Cut, I slit my wrist a few more
I start to shake, I fall to the floor
I drag myself to the bath, hot water fill it up!
Lay myself in so my blood won't stop up
I keep on soaking, the water swims with blood
But I will soon realize I can't die from this flood.