I sit there silently,
waiting for my cuts to bleed...

There are bombs
Going off all around...

I look down at the picture
that i hold in my hand...

What if I can't get over this?
What if I don't know what to do...

You used to answer
when i would call...

I've always preferred solitude to companionship
Even when I was small...

I don't know anymore,
what direction I'm going...

Can't you hear me screaming?
Sharp, jagged words of rage...

With a glimmer of hope
i take this blade...

Finish the program?
no! of course not...

I'm better off dead
Put a gun to my head...