things arent that simple

if i could pretend.
that i was sane.
i wouldnt be lying here.
bleeding once again.

i promised not to do it.
but the urge is to strong.
the way the blade slices through my skin.
to me, i hear a perfect song.

i almost miss it.
the cutting or sharp twinge.
its like its burning into me.
my soul is starting to singe.

if this is life.
i dont want to be.
take me away.
set me free...