A lit match
A bloody razor...

Alone
Stranded...

The blade slowly dragging
against my trembling wrist...

It’s a nightmare come true
All over again...

Today is the same as all the others
Nothing is getting better, it never does...

Scars on my arms
That wont go away...

Gonna cry from boredom,
Gonna slit my wrists and...

All i can see is bodies.
A Vast Vally of bodies...