Bloody Fountain

Upon your wrist, a bloody fountain.
One you thought, would wash your fears.
That which you know wasn't true.
That you know, you shouldn't do.

Upon your wrist, a bloody fountain.
Which you saw, your days go by.
That you knew would not come back,
That you knew had long gone by.

Deep in your wrist, the vessels are screaming.
Within your heart you know it hurts.
The blood that you see, you think its strength,
Keeping you strong, when you THINK NO ONE CARES.

SCREW THIS SHIT THAT YOU'VE BEEN LIVING.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL YOURSELF.
YOUR SELF-PITY AND DEFIANCE,
PULLING YOU THROUGH THE TIDES, YOU THINK.

FOOLISH ACT FROM AN IMMATURE MIND,
FLYING ON WINGS OF A SPARROW, NOT AN EAGLE.
THE BLOOD THAT OOZES BY THE SECOND,
PURE AGONY IN MY AFFLICTION.

I loved and cared, if you didn't know.
I gave and shared, because you're you.
The pain i feel not of my hurtings,
This pain it is, your soul ascreaming.

I said to come, when you were down.
I said to come, when you wanted.
But did you ever took my words to heed?
I guess its pointless, to cross swords.

I get the message, I should leave.
But honestly, I think its true,
Your life's not worth living either way.
Slit your throat or walk the plank.
Rather than sitting there and cutting yourself silly.