Waiting for you to come home
Just want to pick up the knife and die
Not feeling like I should inside
I’m falling, but falling fast
Will I be able to catch myself soon enough?
Maybe ill keep it all inside this time
Letting no one know when I plan to die
Ill write my letter but hide it safe
Taking it out when the knife decides my fate
Maybe this would be good enough
They are sure to understand
This could even be my last night.
Ill even pray to God that ill be alright
I’m so lost in thought, lost in tears
Lost in what I’m about to do
I know I’m loved, but can’t feel it inside
So numb, I can’t even control what I will do
Can’t even control what I have become
I’m shattered like a puzzle, with no one
to put me back together
So broken that I could already be dead.
Words that cut deeper then knives
killing me faster
So sick of this, I had enough
Don’t want to be me anymore
So what do I do when I lose more control?
Take the knife, cut my vein,
and die a needed death.

 
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