Short

My story is short
And so is my life

I cant take the pain
or the fights
so I cut out the pain with a kitchen knife.

It felt so good that I began to cry
Tears of blood drained from my eyes

The first time was great
so I did it again on the other wrist
As more blood left it took the pain with it

Again I slit, and cut
The carpet is stained with my crimson blood

The knife drops to the floor
and hits with a bang!
But not before my limp body

My pain surrounds me
Disguised as my blood
Now im stained with it

Told you it was short...