I walk along the road to hell,
Where I am going I cannot tell.
I shouldn't’t be here, not anymore
I should be knocking on heavens door.
Once again I feel no pain,
I hand my head and cry with shame,
Why do I do this? Why can’t I stop?
I promised I would never shed another drop.
Scars are reminders of what I have done,
There always with me never gone.
People around me laugh and stare
What does it matter? As if they care.
Blood trickles over my floor,
Once again I’m at deaths door.
I wake up next morning lying in bed,
No matter what I do nothing is right in my head.
It used to keep me going; it used to give me hope,
Little did I realisrealized hit the slippery slope,
One day I’ll force myself to stop,
But now I’ll slowly loose my blood, drop by drop.
