One More Cut

I'm surrounded by these empty walls,
Feeling every body's pain and hate.
Everything I've ever known bottles up inside of me,
Looking for someone to trust but only finding that sharp blade.

Sitting and staring at the flawless cold metal,
Trying to talk myself out of it but not finding any reason not to.
Pressing the hard edge into my flesh as I drag it across my skin,
Feeling the crimson liquid flow out of my body with all my cares.

Drunk from the loss of faith and all of hope,
Crying out for help and love.
Going dizzy yet digging even deeper,
Even more gashes appearing along my wrists.

Different cuts starting to show every single day,
Cuts that are getting closer to the lifeline everyday.
My temporary cure turning into an addiction,
Craving that release more than ever.

Knowing that there just isn't anything to live for anymore,
Taking everything to a new level.
Making just that one last cut,
Then everything turning the color of blood as I say goodbye.