Words can't explain the death I feel inside,
Don't judge me for the marks on my wrists,
They are all because of you,
All because of the way you put me down.
Don't try to lie,
Don't tell me it's alright,
To put the blade against my skin,
To show the blood from deep within.
The tears on my face,
The source is one place,
The place where the pain all lays,
The place where all the good dies.
The feel of your black heart,
It is tearing me apart,
How can you make me feel this way,
And then have nothing else to say.
It's alright,
I will get through the night,
As long as I have that knife,
This is the end of my life.
