I Shall Succeed

Each line set up in a row
One by one the blood shall flow
Streaming down this broken soul's wrist
Claim's it's better than settling scores with a fist

Why must this angel do such harm?
Friends and family are alarmed
Though, they don't care enough to ask if she's fine
They think all she does is whine

She will not fight
As death will claim her brow tonight
It is by her hand, her knife
Passing on to the afterlife

Hell's warm flames greet her
Then everything goes out in a blur
Wakes up to people around her in a hospital bed
Tears come to her eyes, she had wished to be dead

"They don't even care
All they do is fake despair
They never took notice before
They all know I'll do it some more

And I know what I need
Next time though, I shall succeed"