I'm eaten up with all this pain;
This life of mine has nothing to gain.
Such simple cuts with sheer precision
Release the immense turmoil of my indecision.
Hear the drop, drop of my crimson blood
As my veins run empty of life.
The water runs red and the tub begins to flood
And here I lay in a pool of blood, in my lifeless hand the slicing knife.
But before the door has sealed and my judgment carried through
One last tear, the last glimpse of my pain falls and disappears.
I am found, or rather my body is found, and surprise apparent for nothing was thought to be askew
Now so many people are forced to face their worst fears.
