Oops.

Oops. It seems the blade slipped
My skin did tear, and flesh did rip
I sat on the kitchen tile, bleeding yet again
Wondering when will this life end?
When will I feel no pain.
I sigh, and let out a wimper
A cry of agony and sorrow
Begging to feel no more tomorrow
The thought of being put in a casket below
Seemed to be the only thing I wanted to know
But silly little things are keeping me alive
These silly things that are trying to thrive!

I don't want to live
I just want to die
I want to fall into a fire
No more need to cry
To burn in a flame
To feel my flesh decay and rot
To be an inevitable memory everyone forgot
I just want to hang, from my roof of my room
So that the dark can over-come me, devour and consume
And not even my genocidic Butterfly has a say in this ordeal
For the end of my life will be tastier than the most delicious meal
Foaming out the mouth from a capped bottle of pills
Oh the dear thought of it gives me the thrills
But the only thing that holds me back is a promise I once made
And to break that promise I endure a pain worse than any, I'm afraid
I'M IN FUCKING AGONY each and every day!
I want all the pain to end, to stop suffering to go away
But because of this promise I made I cannot die
I resort to a blade to my legs, my thighs, my arms, my ribs
And I fall in my blood, in tears. I CRY.
I plead for it all to end naturally though that involves waiting
And so I sit and ponder, wonder, contemplating
Whilst I sit hear typing this poem out for you fuckers to review
I smile, I grin, I spit at each and everyone of you
You see yourselves? I don't know, nor want to know any of you
I'd rather know you suffer a death like a concentration camp jew
I feel sorry for each of you whom can't relate nor understand
Understand any of the words I'm saying athand
Because it just goes to show your ignorance and immaturity
But knowing you're as stupid as everyone else brings me clarity.

Still, I sit with a blood covered razor
Letting it slide against my flesh, doing me a favor
My fingerprints stain the handle with blood on hilt
And I wimper, I cry, but laugh as the blood is spilt
I cry like a maniac because I want to feel no more
But all I can do is suffer under the stupidity of a whore
In a world of hypocrites, liars and fakes
Whom of which I'd drown in cyanide filled lakes
But that's just a fantasy, a figment of my mind..

When will it end?
I cut myself the past month and more
I cut myself tonight
I cut myself in plead I don't have to fight
But that's all life is so take flight
Take flight of your blades and land them on your skin
Slice till bloody hell is loosened over your body
And stain it in the flesh
The stench metallic fresh

I lust for the taste of someone elses agony
I want to know they suffer
I want to know they're in pain
I want them to feel like they should be 6 feet under.

So much I hate in this world
Including my shitty self
Thrown apart and put on a shelf
I feel nothing aside from being depressed.

I cut myself tonight.
Cause I'm fed up with this fight.
I beg for it all to end.
My coffin to be my only friend.

- EmotionallyTorn.

So tonight, I've been in a pretty bad state is all I can say.
If you can relate to this, I respect you entirely. If not. Don't have give sympathy, just fuck off.