Everything has closed up on my wrist,
But will they ever open up again
And drag me back down to Hell?
At least I made the right choice
By staying around to face all my problems.
What came out of them though
Was a broken teenage tragedy.
Someone stayed to see me make it through,
Making an escape impossible for me to take.
But this pain still hasn't ended yet;
There's no blood flowing anymore,
Yet the tears will forever cover my scars.
The precious things I've lost before
Came back to me eventually.
That's the benefit of staying attached
To this rotten world of pain.
Do they realize how much torture I had to endure
Before they reached out and saved me?
I will never let it all go,
This life is too hard to endure sometimes,
But I'd rather take the hard path
Since an escape is too easy to go through.
"All it takes is one easy suicide,"
I used to tell myself years ago.
But now that I looked at my own life,
I've decided to keep moving on.
Shouldn't this be easy?