• The thoughts
    the pain
    the sorrowful hearts
    the bleeding cuts
    Nothing is worse
    but nothing can be better
    leaving a trail of blood on my sheets
    the tears and mascara staining my porcelain cheeks
    My hair is matted to my head
    they lied, well i lied
    they told me i am sick
    with a disease that will soon kill me
    this disease wont kill me
    I will kill me
    the paranoia grows as the blood spreads
    I think back on my life and smile a bit
    I didnt smile because my life was happy
    I smiled because my life was ending
    I took a staggering breath
    I turned cold as the last drop fell to the floor