As long as i have my blade i'll be just fine.

Feeling this, leaving this, calling this my nightmare.

Its time to leave this bitter cold place.

You may not see, but because of you i'm lying in my own blood

Hearts are on paper dnt break them to

And finally i see what i'm supposed to be.....dead

The razor sharp blade in my mind just so happens to be real to slice my wrist.

I'm learning to live with pain
I'm learning there will always be cuts on my wrist.

I'm going on a journey
A journey with boxes of pills and vodka.

Its too late to save me now.