cuts deep, but doesnt bleed

hate runs through my veins
like a deep river in winter
I slit my wrists in hopes
of letting this all out of me
the cuts are deep and jagged
but my wrists don’t want to bleed
they want to keep the icy blood
deep inside of me until I die
I am doomed to the depths of hell
be held down by the chains of
this hatred I hold inside myself
this has fucked up my life
so I take this razor blade
this is my last attempt now
I run the metal along my wrist
the cut is deep
but it doesn’t bleed
I am doomed to the depths of hell