I cry and dwell and hate myself
I don't want to live this life
I don't know how to deal with pain
so I decide to get a knife

Cut after cut
slice after slice
The feel of razors on my skin
Is painful, yet, so nice

Blood drips down
on the tile floor
My heart starts racing
I hurt to the core

I silently sob harder
but never say a word
All those sad years of depression
you'd think I would have learned

But this is my way of dealing
with the stuff life throws my way
All my emotions I hate feeling
so what's another day?


 
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