Is there anything worth living for?......
Everyday passes by with nothing so special as the sweet sensual feel of the
blade across my skin,
And the beautiful gasp of pain as the blood runs from within,
Is this real or just a fantasy for reality is never so sweet.......
The knife blade falls to the floor, lying at my feet,
I hold my pent up emotions down, they will never be revealed....
This tattered, ruined soul of mine knows it will never be healed,
It wanders this world of sorrow and grief where no mercy dwells ,
Id be better off dead I think ........
But theres no escaping this eternal hell
 
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