As I layed in bed one night trying to get to sleep.
I start to think of all the reasons why everything went wrong.
I reach over beside my bed and turn on the light.
As I look around the room I notice my arm with cuts,
nothing in this world felt so right doing it that night.
I can't stand the pain no more,
so I find something sharp and cut once more.
It feels like 100 darts are running through my skin but I can't stand the pain so I do it over again.
