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I walk down this lonely road of life** |
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Numbed from the pain and hate I try to strive. |
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I hate the world I have to see, |
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but most of all, I hate the person ME. |
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The sight of blood, the feeling of pain. |
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This is but a little of the obsession that reigns. |
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I go through the dark times in my life. |
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It's so hard that my last resort is the knife. |
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Running away in the stillness of time. |
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Slicing my arm, it's a long red line. |
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Dragging the smooth silver, letting it slide. |
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Feel the open cut from far inside. |
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Pierce the skin, cut the red vein. |
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Free myself from the awful pain. |
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My breath is now slipping away, everything turns so pitch black. |
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The blade overtook my strength and to my life I can't turn back. |
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My mind is so full of hate, it makes me wish I could disintegrate. |
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Inching closer sinking into despair. Nothing would change if I were not there. |
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I lick my blood and suck the wound. |
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It taste so sweet, I'm in the mood. |
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I need no help just leave me be. |
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As my wrist flows on free. |
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I bleed, show the world what I have inside. |
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I scream, the blood flows that keeps me alive. |
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I feel, the emotions overcome my soul. |
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I fall, down into the deepest hole. |
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Found in the dark that never dies. I can't seem to control my cries. |
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I fade and die. End of life! |
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Thick red blood is running out. |
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Death is coming without a doubt. |
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I laugh when I feel the pain. |
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Why live, I have nothing to gain. |
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As I take one final breath. |
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I know, I'm going to be dead. |
