It only started off as a little scratch,
but it grew little by little,
It became a little cut,
like the one your cat might make
Eventually it grew some more,
and turned into a cut,
then emotions make it spread,
up my arms and down my legs.
Now after some weeks had passed,
the cut turned into more,
There was no more will to live
and there was no one to live for.
And then the time had come,
and the show had came to an end
the rope was carefully wound
and then accepted my fate.