My Minds made up, and with life I’m through
I’ve tried so long, now I cant continue
I hate the way that I hate myself
And I hate the way I live, giving but having nothing left
I hate the way I hurt people like I do
But I never wanted it to come down to me hurting you
I don’t know why things are the way they are
And I don’t know why it feels so good to look down upon my scars
I don’t know how to recover from this siness
Slowly I am destroying myself, you can be my witness
If you want to help, or be with me all the way
Then you can support my decision, and let me die this way
I’m no stranger
To the edge of a razor
For it and my skin have met dozens of times before
All the near life experiences, I’d love to have one more
I want to die, I need things to end
It honestly hurts to exist; I don’t want to be born again
If you think that I'm all talk and no action
The only reason I’m still here is for your satisfaction
You don’t understand, and I don’t expect you to
But I hurt inside, and I’m not allowed to let it show though to you
I smile, I laugh, but inside I’m falling apart
I am alone, scared, and guilty of having a dieing heart