I feel worn out,
Unsure what life is really about.
Lost my sense of touch,
Never knew pain hurt so much,
Lost my own face,
Just trying to escape this place.
What now have I done,
How far have I gone,
To make everything so wrong.
Every dream I have,
Aint too bad,
Every thought I have,
They池e all the same,
In each one I知 dying,
Sitting in the corner,
Slicing and crying.
In each one I知 telling a story,
Of how I will end,
Why can't I end.
I wake up from my vivid sleep,
With tears in my eyes,
Voices in my head,
They池e telling me something,
Telling me I'll soon be dead.
I fall onto my bedroom floor,
Collapse once more,
I take a look at my blood stained arms,
And my cut up neck,
I wonder how I'll carry on,
And why I知 such a wreck.
How much longer will this last,
How many more minutes until I pass.
I知 isolated and trapped in myself,
Just fading slowly,
For I cant do anything else.
I sit there,
In a cold long stare,
All alone,
No one to care.
The knife in my hand,
Is calling for my chest,
I pull it close towards me,
So I can finally rest.
As it digs inside my skin,
I realize that my life's about to begin.
The blood is poring down my body,
Away it goes,
Just like me,
As no one knows.
Now onto the ground,
I lay dead without a sound,
I wait till I see Hell,
Because that is where I知 bound.

 
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