Words

This was written about two weeks after i wrote "for you"

I told you i would stop
from my hand the razor would drop
and i went a week
but it just hurt so deep
i had no one
and the urge won
i turned to the knife
to get through life
see, i do want to live
for my friends, i want to live
but i feel so alone
separated from everything i've ever known
i told you i would stop for you
but i just couldn't make it through
it's not something i can explain
i can't express this pain

it hurts too much to form words