If I wish enough will this all be over?
If I dream at night, that this is the end, will it come?
Take the good with the bad,
Smile when you’re sad,
Bottle the pain and let it eat you alive,
Cut yourself and wish to die.
Does it sound familiar?
Do you lay awake at night crying and wish to the heavens above that you were dying?
Do you cut for the rush, to see how much it bleeds or do you have a reason?
When will it all end, when will I get my ecstasy?
When will my blade slip in a little to deep?
I wish for my final goodbye each night that I lay down to sleep.