My wrists are sighing
and i am crying...

Here I stand, my torso bare
There's nothing inside me...

Where is my direction?
A broken path...

I feel like cutting
I want to die...

Mirror, mirror, do not lie
Cause I hate myself and I want to die...

So yes... Erm...

Relief and happiness
Exists when it touched me...

It's the feeling of a shiny, shiny razorblade
Being dragged along your skin...

Darling you weren't there to comfort me
So my tears did the job instead...

I fear you.
My throat closes up...

There's noughts and crosses upon my wrist
Who wants to be the first to give it a kiss...

There's a time for everyone
Mine is tonight...