It takes so much strength
Just to accept...

I am no longer alive
For peace and beauty I strive...

You pretend to care
And call yourself my friend...

Here I am again
Same place...

My wrist is itching
Like it knows my thoughts...

So here we go
Falling back into the same old habits...

My stomach hurts
Like I might throw up at any moment...

I hope you feel good about yourself
Like a hero...

I’m watching a crimson drop (or 5)
Shooting down my arm...