Bottled up emotions
The voices a big commotion
Everything is coming together
And its just not going to get better
Even though you tell me it will be okay
My will to live is disolving each and every day
To forget everything would be great
But how things are going is not at good rate
Why do people say life is a miracle
When mine seems so critical
Life and death are separated by a thin line
And the cuts seem to get worse every time
Now my breath is getting shorter
My will to live is less than a quarter
Suicide is getting closer now
The pain has brought me down
To you I love you very much
My heart you have touched
But the sand is running out
One slice across the wrist and i leave without a doubt
