A Way To No More Sears

I judge the people that I'm alike
I tend to cry for help when there's no one to like

I fall and get up through these sleepless nights
I beg and crawl so I can't be out in the lights

While they are sleeping through this piercing rain
I sit close to that blade and sooth this pain
I slit, cut, and bruise to keep me sane

I follow this deep night mare
And all of this keeps me from pulling my hair

I laugh at the little happy people knowing what there is to come
Pretending to be happy comes so easily for some

I walk around in my head knowing I am finally right that I must die
That peaceful thought is not at all a lie

I dance around in that death race
Im the happy girl with that beautiful black lace

I tie that rope around my neck and with a knot it is held
I pull it strong I pull it tight and this is the only way it will meld

I choke myself to my tears
And in a sudden bliss this is the way to no more sears