Sitting at the computer
I stare at the blank screen
That is how it is
Like a bad dream
If there was a magic potion
To fix all this pain
I would take it in an instant
Just to see what I could gain
My only fix right now
Is the razors on the shelf
My skin is my canvas
And this is how I express myself
I tried the drugs and alcohol
But that only made it worse
Maybe I did something wrong
And this is an evil curse
I want out so badly
That all I do is cry
And when I say my prayers at night
I pray that I will die
Alone I fight my battles
And the road is all uphill
I want to keep on fighting
But I simply do not have the will
So if I ask you nicely
Will you lend a hand?
Will you be my friend?
And help me take a stand?