No More Pieces

If I die in my dreams,
I die in real life,
Yet again,
I grab my knife,

Because I couldn't say stop,
I just begin,
And I'll go to hell,
For my awful sin,

I can't battle anymore,
I refuse to fight,
I give up,
I give up tonight,

But that's what I say,
Yet I can't do it,
So instead,
I cry as I sit,

Sometimes I don't want to be here,
The pain just too excruiciating,
I want to put it in the past,
But I can't, So I sit here waiting,

But it is everything,
It is my life,
It's stupid I know,
For it's only a knife,

But I know I can give up,
And I will stop forever,
And I won't be in pieces,
I'll be back together,

So I'm fine yet again,
But if it again is said,
That no-one likes me,
I'll wind up dead,

If it happens again,
I won't take the pain,
Because if I do,
I'll go insane,

So instead I'll leave,
All my troubles behind,
And then I'll be where there is peace,
And no ugly thoughts in my mind.