Every time I am alone
These thoughts swim around my head
Even though my sadness may not be shown
This pain might as well make me dead
The images spin on by
The blood dripping on the floor
I take a deep breath and sigh
I can't do this anymore
Perhaps these thoughts are here to stay
The knife waits in the back of my mind
I know it's not the right way
But what if it's the only way I can find
I've heard of the wonderful rush you get
As the point glides across your skin
When the knife and my flesh have met
I will be eternally caught in the sin
I know it will throw me down a hole
And I may never get out
I feel deep in my soul
A great uncertain doubt
I walk in the kitchen and see the knife
I tear my eyes back
I pick it up to take my life
But as I finally walk away, I feel there's something that I lack
I fight against every urge
I realize I shouldn't do this
I feel an unsettling surge
I just hope it's something I will not miss
I close the door and lock it
But in they come again
Will my life again be lit
When will I begin to mend
I lie upon the stony ground
When will the end come
When can the light be truly found
And have feelings in my heart instead of being numb
