Numb and Dying

This numb feeling doesn't seem to go away,
I know why its here, but why does it stay?
The cutting and bleeding doesn't help anymore,
tell me, what's this reason we live for?

Are we living just to die in the end?
All through this life I've sinned.
I can't find my reason to live,
all I have left is nothing to give.

Friends were supposed to be there,
to show that someon cared.
But now they're all gone,
nothing left to wake up for at dawn.

Dying doesn't sound so bad right now,
just getting there I don't know how.
Hell can't be much worse than this, I don't think I would be missed.

If the devil wants me, he can have me,
he doesn't have to buy me I'm free.
I'm tired of living like this,
with all of my angst held within my fist.

Although I'm still walking, I'm dead inside.
Dead, empty, dry from all the tears I've cried.
So I'm going to take this razor and say goodbye.
I'm tired of living, I'll just lay down and die.