Falling and falling deeper inside.
How long will this last?
How much more do I have to hide?
Deeper and deeper with every slice,
Why does the razor blade feel so nice?
Comforting and familiar is what i feel.
How long will it be till these wounds heal?
Wrapped in white gause,
People look at my arms and pause.
I wonder what they are thinking,
While my life is quickly sinking.
