• It was that cold sunday night that i finally did it
    I was finally able to fine on of those new sharp razors
    It was that cold sunday night i got the guts to do it
    That night i was able to take that cold razor
    And put it against my warm soft skin
    as i was sitting in the bathtub playing my loud metal music
    I moved the razor down towards me
    I almost screamed at how awful the pain was
    But then my harsh cold blood started pouring down my arm like a fountain
    It dripped into the tub and i realized at that moment in time
    My life would change
    So i went on and put the razor to a clean spot on my arm
    And pulled it towards me again
    The pain was the same but diffrent. . .
    This time it felt so much better
    This time i actualy liked it
    So i went on and slowly filled the tub with my blood
    But i couldent stop myself
    Because pain pleasure and exitement had overcome me
    I dont know what happend after that i couldent see a living soul
    But all i could hear were the cries and sobbs of all the people i loved
    I finally woke up
    But not in my blood-filled tub
    But in my clean hospital bed
    Then and there i knew
    Looking at the faces of all the people i loved
    I knew
    I would never do it again