Put the cold wet blade to my wrist agian <br />wet from the blood already lost <br />deeper the cuts go <br />trying to feel the pain <br />Im so lost <br />Im numb to the world <br />I wake up each day wish that this will be my last <br />I go to bed each night hoping not to wake <br />empty the bottle down my throut agian <br />Maybe finally this will be the end of it all <br />The end of my pain <br />The end of my tears <br />Now you wont be able to hit me agian <br />No more yelling <br />Now only quiet <br />Turn up the Music <br />Close my eye <br />Rest my weak head on the pillow <br />Just sleep <br />Oh no awake agian <br />Just sick from the night before <br />Why cant it end <br />I cry to myself <br />This is an EVERY day thing <br />So press the blade agian alittle deeper <br />and do it all over agian<br /><br />Kiele Kane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-wet-blade/
