They tell me to push them away
But I don’t know if I can...

I try to cut
But blood won't come...

How many times have I written this note?
How many times have I stood here with this knife...

Her voice is but a whisper,
Filled with pain and fright...

The day melts away like a snowflake, the river of...
And all has slowed to a halt, now the silence of...

I wish I could see within my heart
See beyond the black cold pain...