Dead and Done;

A wounded body, a tortured soul.
A slit of the wrist and I lose control.
The sound of death screaming in my ear.
The sense of pain says I'm still here.

Tamed by my silver blades
A sense of pain and all else fades.
A trickle of blood, a scream of sorrow
You're nothing but my scars of tomorrow.

The cuts are the only way
To stop the pain of everyday.
My life is slowly starting to bend
This shattered, you cannot mend.

I've given up on everything
My funeral bells have begun to sing.
Look at it this way, at least you won.
A broken promise but the deed is done.