One cut

As tears run from my tired eyes

My shaking hand grips the metal tighter

The thoughts run wild

Every word thats formed a sentence that has ever been said to me

Every word being investigated closer and closer

With every text and phone call delivered to me

Soon joins my thoughts and begins to be pulled apart

As the words turn to blood 

I start to think "one cut cant do no harm"

But the cut reminds me of the promise i made to you 

And thinking of you reminds of how ill never get a chance with you because you dont see me the same way

With thoughts of how much ive fucked up with you

Those thoughts end up turning into more blood

As i become so numb and lose track of the depth 

My once colorful vision becomes black 

As my relapse of one cut takes a dramatic turn

When ive lost so much blood i take my last breath

And my last thought was "one cut can do alot of harm"