Suicide cut

Some-things make it feel like it's not worth it.
It's just another way of pain.

Take the knife, the razor, the sharpened edge.
Just one more cut sharp and quick.

Over the wrist.
Let the crimson swell.
Let it go.

Beautiful streams of scarlet.
Flowing, showing the pain.

Just let the darkness fill.
It's the new style.

Just let it grow.