I Want To Be Gone

Give me swords
Give me knives
Give me anything that's sharp
I want to cut myself so deep
Until my arms fall apart
Draw a picture write a name
I must be completely insane
Am I a pathetic soul?
Is this the only way to go?
I'm always sad
But is this right?
To go and bleed before the night?
Well I don't care
Already there
I'll cut until I see the light