I remember the days
When my wrist was clear of marks
I was smiling and happy
No bruises, brns, or scars.
I never needed a fazor to finish off my day
I never needed pills to help me along the way
I wonder what made such a dramatic change
Probably through blood of people that are insane.
i never wanted to die in the past
I always wanted my life to pass
I really don't like the way my life sounds
But somewhere my happiness just seemed to drown.
I feel worthless, sad, and unloved
It has been so long since I have been kissed and hugged.
My razor helps me finish the day
Pills keep me levelheaded all the way
