I was here and you were there,
I was brave, but now I am scared,
I feel so gone from the phase of life,
I look swiftly into this crystal clear reflective knife,
As it slowly presses against the smooth and tenderness of my
pale white skin,
And warm dark red blood slowly begins to drip out and falls
on the floor, spelling out sin,
I know what I am doing is completely and utterly wrong,
But I have been doing it, for so very long,
I write all of my horrible and depressing thoughts, onto
this bloodstained page,
Hoping my life will end, very soon, on some hopeless and
dark day,
For the memory of my life, shall be remembered by few,
When people hear of my dead name, they will all appear
confused,
Wondering who I was, but truly they do not care,
Through my skin, I always ferociously and frightnenly tear,
No one will ever remember who I was,
But it is all ok simply because,
The knife went to deep this time, I messed things up,
And in the end it shows, my willpower wasn't too tough.