a waiting death

to swallow me whole

i die trying to hold off

waking to the moment of death

bleeding from the wrist

crying tears of sorrow

no hate i havnt gone through

living no more fun

dieing so much better

waking to the smell

of blood coated sheets

razors all over the bed

each one has its own spot

to cut on my arm

naming each thing that makes me

CUT

nothing really there to stop me

wishing the pain away

always losing the battle

between death and life