With this knife,
I will make my blood flow,
With this knife,
I will make myself know...
...Pain.
Like a fountain,
blood flows freely.
With all my troubles,
disappearing.
Turning again, to the raw blade,
I feel as if, I will finally be sane.
The blood felt warm
Fresh out of my wrist.
I now feel, as I stood...
...Relieved.