A blob of deep red seeping from my arm
So pretty
Don't worry, I won't do any lasting harm
I'm sensible
The cuts get deeper as the days go by
It doesn't hurt
The more blood lost, the less tears cried
I never cry now
People are saying I'm going mad
I'm not
Maybe I am, is it normal to feel this bad?
Of course
This time is really confusing me
Don't panic
You can't escape from it; there's nowhere to flee
So fight it
Scars spread ever closer to my wrist
What's happening?
I know what to do, I can't miss
No, don't
Searing pain shooting up my spine
Make it stop
A dizzy head "? but I'm feeling fine
Don't fall
There's a lot of red on the floor
Like a carpet
I don't think I can stand up anymore
Then sit
Head spinning crazily, I can hear bells
Getting quiet now
Is this it? Am I freed from my living hell?