I lie awake at night
with a very sharp knife in hand...

I'm living this life as best i can
trying to live but without a plan...

Everyday I tell myself that,
A lot of people care about me...

Feel that? thats where my heart used to be
until you broke it, and decided to dump me...

Sadness
sorrow...

Dying slowly
filled with pain...

Forever forgotten
lost and never to be found...

Forever there will be
scars that know one will see...

Goodbye to the pain of being alive,
goodbye to the frustration of trying to thrive...

He's all broken
from within...

No matter how hard i try
i still want to die...

Why am i always about to fall?
why am i always made to crawl...