• The tragic ways
    of my old life
    the old days
    when all i wanted was one sharp knife
    take away the pain
    and the fear
    stop the rain
    shed not a single tear
    hope and pray
    for a little light
    stop dreading everyday
    stop trying to always put up a fight
    maybe its time to give in
    to break down
    maybe its time to give in to that one special sin
    just let ur body fall and drown
    let it happen
    with out a sound
    so go and sharpen
    the tool you've found
    and float away
    to a place with no pain
    even if you are only there for a day
    maybe its the only thing keeping you sane