My life has already begun to fade
as I reach out and grab the blade
I hold it close and press it to my skin
how is it that I can never win
these cuts on my skin that I have made
I've battled this depression since seventh grade
no matter how hard I wish or pray tonight
tomorrow this decision will still seem right
I am holding some bleach in my hand
and with a blade I still stand
I slit my wrists and drain the bleach
I can see heaven just out of my reach
I fight the devil; I scream and yell
but because I killed myself... I'm in h***
