It's crimson red on the floor,
blade slipping down, my wrist once more,
I dont know how long, i can pretend,
Someday soon i will make it the end.
Millions of scars, nobody else can see,
Oh if they only knew, I didn't want to be me,
It's hard to explain, the way that I feel,
I guess I just don't want to be real.
It gets harder to cope, tears sting my eyes,
I try my very best, to hide behind a disguise.
But sometimes it's easy, to smile instead of cry,
Sometimes, I don't want to die.
But with these moments, never do they last,
Sometimes you can't forget your past.
Somedays are worse, I get closer to the edge,
Would anybody care, if i fell from the ledge?
Blood stains, tear drops,
Memories, haunt me non-stop.
I keep thinking about,
Taking the easy way out.
Razor sharp, across my arm,
Who really cares if i cause myself harm?
One more night, one more sleep,
How long until, i cut too deep?
