The smallest things
Can lead me to this place.
They drive me to them,
to my friends, my blades.
And all at once my will is gone,
My will to live, to persevere,
My will to never again cut.
I hear it calling out to me;
My blood yearns to be free
From these veins that hold it in.
Oh, to see that deep red drip,
The thought brings a smile to my face,
And yet a tear to my eye.


yep, its official, life is crap!