Another slash across my wrists,
The end is coming near.
I do not know who will save me now,
And my mind is full of fear.
The hatred inside myself grows,
To an unimaginable number.
And pretty soon if I let the blood flow,
I will be in eternal slumber.
I have been through this before,
But this time I seem so sure I will die.
Because other times I knew it would be stopped,
And the ticket of death is what I refused to buy.
I am fading now right out of existence,
I will soon be at rest.
Once more I have tempted fate,
And put it to the test.
Will someone in my life whom I hold dear,
Save me from my self today?
I want to live,
And the help of a friend is now to what I for prey.
© Tanya Lanea Carson 2006
