cover of my book

i sit and watch the blood drip down
all the reminders of the past
the past is the past
but what will the future bring?

еще pain to come
life's full of pain
no way to hide from it
no escaping it

but what good will this do?
just watching the blood
Ты feel like
nobody understands Ты anymore

your trying to find yourself
in this world of confusion
the pain the world brings
has no end

Ты look at your wrists one last time
Ты think of the pain you've felt
Ты wipe the blood away
and tell yourself, no more

Ты stop the bleeding
stop it for good
Ты think to yourself
'what good did this do?'

*this is just a poem i wrote while i was bored and i know its not good but...oh well(: *