I'm alone when I cut,
When the scarlet tears fall.
Alone in a rut,
And feeling so small.

They say it's not right,
They say it's insane.
But why should I fight?
When I'm always in pain.

There's scars on my wrist's,
And razor in hand.
I form a fist,
And it goes just as planned.

The skin splits apart,
And the blood starts to spill.
No more pain in my heart,
It gives such a thrill.

As I dropp to the floor,
Mozart's tune plays.
My life is no more,
And that's the way forever it stays.

Eric Death

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-cry-scarlet-tears/