Not from my eyes are they forming
Not rolling my cheek, adorning
The leave of silvery trails aren’t falling
They are red and from a river this morning

Gathered in beads of rippling pain
Shattering from a now split vein
Down pallor skin of reddened shame
Thoughts now stolen in some sick game

Biting sting of sharpened blade
Singing hum of pulse does fade
Violent thoughts of death lend aid
Screaming voice of tears is made

Life was short
Death was painless
I slit my throat 
And went down silent
I couldn’t be strong
I couldn’t live long
I’m sorry I went so wrong

Fires ablaze within my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate, shout.

Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
A vehement covet to end this pain,
This silver blade, stays by my side,
Because all hope inside has died.

As each day ends, and darkness draws,
The devil toys, with all my flaws,
I'm helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken child, he must address.

I'm tempted when he calls my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to shame,
To make it feel a lot less real,
A deal with the Devil, in blood must I seal.

They'll say I died of suicide,
But no one knows how much they've lied,
It wasn't a rope, a blade, or pills,
That broke my soul, and gave me chills.

I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not kill what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head.

In darkness I wait, in silence, alone,
Rose-tinted nostalgia, all around me has grown,
I beckon the devil, with the key of self-harm,
And I open the door for him, with the blood of my arm.