Sick of the pain, sick of the sorrow
Tired of living, there is no such thing as tomorrow
Addicted to the misery, the pain in my head
If I don't stop the damage, I will end up dead
I cant seem to go one day without that red release
Just sit back and let all the former feelings cease
Carve into me my own hate
I wont see another year if I stay in this state (of mind)
At night I cant sleep, my nightmares chase away my peaceful slumber
So I turn to the only thing that is always there
My best friend, the knife
Contemplating suicide, I just went to end this life
No matter what I do, nothing turns out right
Look into my hollow eyes, you will see nothing is there
Except for the emptiness, mistaken as air
Every moment gets harder, my breathing weakens and everything blurs
Scared of what is going on, what is happening to me, I wish there was a cure
Confusion in my mind as I lay there lifeless
Unable to feel, unable to move, scared that I could die
I close my eyes and fall into what is hopefully only sleep
Wondering what would happen if in the mourning I didnt wake
Would a soul care,
would anyone be there