The truth

The life i live is not the truth
i live a lie
what is there to do

i ask myself day to day
the cuts on my arm to relieve the pain

i close my eyes
bite my lip
grab the razor and i start to slit

the blood drips down
right to the finger
another stain to the carpet
a scar to remember

take a razer
take the vein
slice it in half
to end this pain