You can see the scars that lay upon my wrists
Most of than are deeper than I wished...

Can you hear me
tell my story...

Broken Cross
And bleeding rose...

Suicide
Death you decide...

I wake up with deepening new cuts
The blood and razor blades lay next to me...

I'm cut and im sore
I cant do this anymore...

With one swipe down my wrists
I could watch myself bleed out...

Sharpened blades
Fall on shattered hearts...

The biggest fear for you,
Is to close your eyes and see the rose petals...

What if today was my good-bye?
What if today would be the last you see me...

Today I write my good-bye letter
And hopefully go somewhere better...

Six months have past
Didn't think it would go that fast...