I'm lost and cold in a dark place
Depression takes to my soul, I want to die
But I live a lie, with a smile on my face
As I draw the knife from the drawer
Thoughts of death begin
To pour, pour, pour.
As I begin to cry thinking of all
The pain I have brought to this world
And the blade rises to my wrist
It slices through the skin and blood begins
To drip, drip, drip.
As blood rushes from my body
I take another look around and in the mirror
I meet a face I once knew
But a stranger
I grew, grew, grew.
As my once hopeful face becomes
A distorted blurry shape
Darkness falls as my body begins
To quake, quake, quake.
Thoughts of loved ones race through my head,
When my body buckles from below
In the corner of this dark whole
I curl up in a ball
Where I slowly begin
To die, die, die
I begin to wonder how my life came to this…
Dreaming of dieing,leaving this world behind and sleeping till the end of time
I remember when I was younger I was scared to die
Now as I lay there with all this pain inside I want know have I become
Insane because of all
This pain pain pain
