My arm,
I can feel it tingling,
An after effect of the deed that had been done,
A lack of will power,
Coupled with an engulfing hopelessness,
Makes up that tingling in my arm.
Only a week has passed since,
I thought I'd last longer,
But I was so sad,
And it was lying right there,
It was too easy - I had too,
So I did.
I picked up,
And it tore across me,
It felt so good - Too good,
I had to do it again,
So I did.
I felt so high,
It was a rush,
And after it wore off,
Clarity came quickly,
And with clarity,
Those damn tears stopped,
I could think and feel again,
All thats left are red lines,
Lots of red lines.
Im sorry
