My wrist are bleeding
My lips are blue...

I'm spinning out of control
I wish I were dead...

When does this world begin
When does this torture end...

Through my bloodied wrist
And my dried veins...

Curled in my purple fuzzy chair
Starring into the abyss of a rainy day...

Dreams as though she was a child
Flying through the stars...

Snow falling on an empty casket
Knife laying calm but restless...

The visions of my broken past
Reoccur more often now than ever...

Like diamonds falling from the winter sky
They come as often as a suicidal teens tears...

The shot rings out around the world
I know my best friend is gone...

Her eyes begin to close for the last time
The note gently sitting next to her...

Give me something I can touch and can feel
Give me something I know is real...