Cut my veins, cut my thighsCan't you see the pain in my eyes?
Burn the hope, trash the dreams
All I do is cry and scream
Sorrow nights and despair
I hang myself in the air
Forget the life that I once had
I, as a whole, would never be glad
When the world is falling down on you and there's nothing you can ever do
You turn to your religion and you turn to your god, and only he or she can save you from what you've been through
It seems to be that way in all the households, it seems to be that way in camps and tentfolds
You want to seek your shelter, you run from helter skelter, but yet nobody in the world can help you
And still you think it's just a game
Some higher trophy or the hall of fame
Well, I've got news for you now, your soul is full of shame
You failed at everything and all you can say is "I quit"
Go on and do it now, nobody's stopping you, you only have a life to lose
It hits suddenly.
A debilitating headache the urge to cry.
Longingly I think of the knives,
Of the pills.
All the things I can’t have or do.
The fact that I would die if I could.
There’s so much hopelessness and clawing agony.
It takes over, painting everything a dreary red.
Taunting me to do things that would only make it worse.
I want out.
Please.
Someone?
Anyone?