...

[crazy_lil_1]

so easy it would be to take the blade
let it slip into my skin so the pain can fade

amuse myself with the option of continuing the flow
just need to cut a little deeper, so i can let it all go

my surroundings turn red, as the liquid spills
will it be my time now? guessing is part of the thrill

i could stop the moment, apply some pressure
but my fondness for life is getting lesser and lesser

i cant see through the walls of this suicide bubble
there is people talking on the outside, but their voices are muffled

the voices in my head are screaming to make me believe
that ending my life, will be the greatest thing i'd achieve

i know the voices outside would tend to agree
that if i go through with this, i will finally be free

i cant hear a thing, but its so obvious what they'd say
i dont want to disappoint, looks like today is my day

~ Jessi ~
28/09/2010





wrote this the other night, when i was feeling pretty low. Havent cut myself for over 2 years now, but felt i was getting close to it.
The writing helped and the only scars i made were on the page of my notebook...

 

[silentangst]

Can relate to this so well, which is depressing