"Does anyone see the pain...
the razor in my pocket?"

I wish you knew how to make this pain go away, do you even know i'm in pain?

What if being me isn't a choice?

Why live, when theres nothing to live for?

If you can't find yourself in the mirror, where else can you look?

If your going to hurt me, don't talk to me, it will hurt alot less.

Help came too late.

Death comes easy to some.

A razor my not be the way you want to die, but don't try to change my mind.

Can you feel it?
The fire burning inside me.
Can you see it?
The fire killing me.