After so many months that were drenched in blood,

I thought it was over...

I thought I had beaten the addiction,

I thought it was over...

But now I sit, wanting to bleed,

And I know it's not over...

I lie in the dark for hours, denying my blood-soaked thoughts, while
sobbing,

"No! This isn't happening! It can't be! I thought it was
over!"

I am just so numb now, with my spirit sleeping somewhere cold. I just want
to make the blood run..but I can't,

Because it's over...

I am not used to these troubles sitting locked inside my head...I am used to
watching them drip into the sink and then flow down the drain in a crimson
whirpool...but that can't happen anympre...

Because it'sover...

No! No! I don't want it to be over! I want the peace that it brought
me,

Before it was over...

But these people...the people I know...they tell me not to do it, that
it's wrong...but they're not me! They don't know this pain!
They don't know the peace in that crimson liquid!...but I love
them...and for them...

It has to be over...

So here I will lie, curled up in the dark...too weak to give in, and too
dead to die,

Waiting...for it to be over...
 
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