Blood's covering my arms and my legs
My heart is beating as if it's in a race
The blade drops from my fingers
I try to stop crying, but pain still lingers
I run to the cabinet searching fast
I'm tired of hiding behind my mask
Sick of faking a laugh and a smile
Sick of feeling nothing is worthwhile
Grabbing the bottle and opening it
I know I'm finished with all this shit
5 pills? 10? I am not all that sure
I lean against the bathroom door
Tears are streaming down my face
I open and swallow, my heart ceases it's race...
