Thoughts in my head driving crazy going insane looking for an exit
Thoughts of slitting my throat
Maybe my wrist calling it quits
This is something I wish
Thoughts of being worry free
I can hear them in my ears
Seems so real in reach
But I must out smart them
This I know or else ill be locked
In another fish bowl
Feeling so empty nothing inside
Thats my reason for wishing to die
Scared my arm I'm so ashamed
Tattered and branded skin remain
Unable to heal from all of the pain
Impossible to hide with no sleeves
I should finish the job be in peace
Punch out clock out time to leave
Please save your tears it's not me
That has any worries or fears
I no longer exist its you I pity
Full of pain and sorrow
So alive it's a pity I could not follow or at least you think
You find your way ill go mine
Loosing my sight going blind
Time to drown in my crimson tide
