Back to sweet suicide.

Back to my sweet suicide,
Back to sweet relief.
The cut is such a drug to me,
Sweet, beyond belief.

This time i won't try and hide them,
I'll show everyone the scars.
Maybe if i go too far,
I'll land amoungst the stars.

I just need some medicine,
Something to ease the pain.
Every time i get pis sed off,
I go back to the knife again.

They think i learned my lesson,
After my cut too far.
But i never really stopped,
Looking at the scar.

Remembering the sweet relief,
The happiness that it brought to me.
The ease of just a single cut,
The slit that made me free.

One night after i had enough,
I ran back to my knife...
Maybe just for relief,
Maybe to take my life.

But i took the edge and slit,
And breathed deeply once again.
I found my way back to relief,
Back to a release of pain.

Here i lie, Upon the floor...
Staring at the sky.
I have finally had enough,
I just want to die!

Back to sweet suicide,
Back to my trusty knife.
That same night, i cut and died,
I finally took my life!