1Your attention averts itself from me,
Never taking note of my presence.
The cool metal freezes my skin.
Your gaze passes through me,
Because to you I do not exist.
The blade penetrates my flesh
Your ears fall deaf to the sound,
The sound of my heart beating only for you.
The crimson rivers drip from my wrist.
You do not feel me the way I feel you.
A feeling of redemption, a feeling of hope.
Deeper I push the blade.
You would have rescued me
You would have set me free
Drip, drip, drip.
As I lay down into my final sleep,
I forgive you for you ignorance.
Drip, drip, drip.