Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z.

If I were to disappear,

Would you even notice?

If I just up and left,

Would my absence matter?

If I decided to end my very life,

Would you shed any tears for your loss?

The knife in my hands looks so enticing.

This sharp blade could cut me just deep enough.

All it would take is a flick of the wrist

For blood to flow down my arm in a crimson river.

So beautiful and tempting.

I know I want a taste.

Physically this is my release from my mentality.

I don't have to deal with my problems if I'm feeling pain.

Anxiety became too strong for me.

I can't have that be the driving force.

Oh, no.

Thoughts racing in my mind can't control me.

Memories of what we had and dreams of what can't be.

Where's my peace?

Its not with you.

This is the reason I do such things to myself.

The psychological anguish is greater than I.

Carefully calculated slits are just enough for me.

Getting lost in a sight of my own creation satisfies my desire.

I'm not consumed by images of you.

I don't have to appease my broken family.

My husband basically left me,

My son rather follow his father.

Why should I be plagued day in and day out by facts?

I'm alone and know it.

I'm a neglected housewife.

Why can't I seek comfort in any way I see fit?

I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions!

Its not like anyone is here to stop me or step in.

I don't have strong arms to wrap around my trembling frame as I cry.

I don't have a warm body to spoon with in this cold bed.

I don't hear any comforting words in my ear when I feel like giving up.

I get none of the luxuries that were supposed to come.

He should have already learned what is expected of him by now!

Instead this knife is my only reprieve.

You've never once asked about my scars.

Of course, you wouldn't notice.

If I were to end my very life,

Would you wonder about them then?

Would you realize you missed the warning signs?

My actions for attention are completely lost on you.

So, I'll just keep sinking lower and lower.

I'll go until I drown under my crimson river.

That's if you continue to ignore my silent pleas.