Darling she's right

Even though our walk may be ever so cautious,
We end up in twisted allies that leave us sick and nauseous.
You're not like her, you swear it's true,
She's insane, so unlike you.
A razor to a wrist like a pen to paper,
you're left with less than a girl and no one can save her,
But hold your breath because the day will come,
At some point you'll realize you're sick of being numb.
And when your mind finally adjusts you'll be able to see,
That the dark is a lonely, sickening place to be,
So open your eyes because darling she's right,
This world isn't worth it, give up the fight.