• As i sit in silence and surronded by hate.
    I could never hope to find you its always to late.
    I fill the slick blade on my wrist and theres no other way.
    i slice in and my pulse begans to fade.
    everything is going away
    eyes go black, heart is cold, blood runs black and i go.
    dont worry it will be alright
    with death in i slite my wirst now say goodnight
    I cant breath
    i cant live
    i cant eat
    without taking a blade
    to my wrist
    wear i watch the blood ooze out
    i watch and watch until it stops
    wishing to rip my life away
    i used to be a crossed country runner
    until the day my brother died
    so i take the blade
    and draw on my skin
    painting my pale skin with blood
    taking a sigh of relief when im done cutting
    its addiction now
    if i dont cut i feel like
    my head is going to explode
    i sew my mouth shut