Abby

Cold steel touches warm skin.

This time I hope the blade wins...

Sharp edge touches bare skin.

The slice feels like nothing more than the prick of a pin...

Drop by drop crimson appears... 

The sticky blood fights my fears.

Barely holding on to life with my finger tips...

I want to fall to Hell and it's pits.

Nightmares haunt my day.

"I love you" I can't say...

I haven't hit the bottom

Yet, I've already been forgotten...