Suicide it just to easy. so I take the blade and cut my skin

Suicide it just to easy.
so I take the blade and cut my skin
cut by cut I breathe again.
The tears are gone
Are shed no longer
The music plays
But I can't hear
The sound of the blade
is just now here.
My eyes they shine
in the dull room light
They are not alive
but died with the quake
The blood drips no more
the floor stained red
With blood so bright
It looks to me that suicide was just to easy.