I really see no reason for me to live
I've already given all I can give
I walk along without a real purpose
Trying hard to keep the truth under the surface
If people knew the pain I keep inside
While fighting a constant war with suicide
I think they might try to lend a hand
But chances are they wouldn't understand
I constantly lie awake every night
Looking for some way to make this right
Searching for answers that can't be found
Screaming out and making no sound
I'm lost in the silences of my questions
And making slices with neat precisions
I'm tired of living in constant pain
Living a life that's just a game
I'm the player whose game is set on hard
Because, no matter what, I always get the wrong card
I just keep getting sent back to the start
But left with the same old scars on my heart
No matter if my card I get to choose
In the end, I'm always going to lose
The pain I have I keep supressed
And no one suspects that I'm depressed
They all figure I'm filled with rage
And I've put the lock on my own cage
Assuming I'm just doing it for show
They somehow think they really know
It's too bad they're completely wrong
Because the reality is I've been broken all along
I've tried so many times to make it go away
But the pain always decides it wants to stay
It follows me and haunts my mind
No matter how many times I try to leave it behind
There's no way for me to possibly escape it
And I feel my only option is to finally quit
There's no point in living a life like this
I'm going home to slice my wrist
And just to make sure I'll be dead
I'll add a last bullet to the head.
