As I hold the blade close to my wrist
I wonder if I will ever be missed
You won't make a fuss not for someone like me
But I've need help for as long as I can see
The warm red liquid trickles down my arm
And makes an endless pool in the middle of my palm,
I cry out of hurt, and wince out of pain
But the sounds are overpowered by the noise of the rain
Dark clouds, dark soul
Shall I never be whole
Until I am where I belong, in the dark
With all the others holding upon their wrists the mark
The same one upon mine, my way out of life
To be taken away by the blade of a knife
Can't deal no more it's too hard to do
I would rather be dead then let go of you
I love you so much why can't they see
That without you I am no longer me
So I lie here today drowning in my blood
Because I am and forever will be dead to you
