Another attempt on suicide
now they keep you locked up
they know they can't stop it
it is a sickness that took me over
I'm a walking breathing sickness
that no one can control
cuts engraved on my arm
if only they knew
hopeless fills my soul
along with hate
the hate rages out as i pick the blade up
hate is what pulls the blade
my sickness is now grown so much stronger
if they could only see
locking me up is feeding it
