Streams of black run down my face,
full of pain and agonizing grace...

There's books open all around me,
but nothings making sense...

Its been weeks since I heard your voice,
months since I felt your touch...

Crashing waves upon the shore
never will my eyes see more...

Scars criss cross the veins on my wrist,
while blood pools at my feet...

Let the blade dance
over your pale skin...

Watch my tears all you want
for I don't care anymore...

Since you left
I can't seem to...

Smack.
That's the last thing I heard before I left...

I slice once more
as more blood falls...

Sit down and look around,
tell me what you see...

Fresh fallen snow
covering the land...