• Sitting here, thinking of suicide
    While at my razor is placed at my bed side.
    In my mind, my life shall ends like the tide.
    The scars on my wrists are now pink and wide.
    Some were too deep.
    As they keep away this awful pain.
    Even though it all comes back the same.
    Looking at the way I live my life.. it all looks so lame.
    The blood,
    Pour out bright and red.
    This will teach me not to cut on my bed.
    My eyes close tight.
    As i do it one more time
    This life is mine, let me know when to stop my own time.
    To mend these broken wrist.
    Is like being awoken from a never ending nightmare.


    Sitting here, thinking of suicide
    While my razor is buried inside my mind.
    As my life ends like the finial tide
    The scars on my life, are placed down at my sides.
    All were small and very deep,
    To me, they help keep the pain away.
    Still coming back.. just the same.
    My life.. so meaningless and plane
    The colored blood,
    Pours out on to the floor
    This will teach me not to cut were my carpet is worn
    My veins open wide,
    As I do it just one more time
    This life is mine, let me know when to stop my own time.
    To mend my broken heart,
    Will only be to rip it apart