SurvivingHands feeling like ice. Back aching like fuck.Surviving day by day, this can't be called luck.This exhaustion is killing me. Taking away my life.I wish I could still fight this, instead of grabbing the knife.Please let me leave, please me die.Death is calling me, and I'm tired of whispering goodbye.
ThisThis may or may not kill me,it's not like I still care.Though never waking up againseems like a good idea.
Cut meCut me openlook inside.Watch me bleed,I have nothing to hide.My life will be over,death will come and get me,while my smile remains on my lipsfor only you to see.
CutCut me open, look inside.See all of my demons, watch them hide.These lies and this pain, this sufferingwill surely one day be my ending.
ImagineAnd I can already imagine my soul leaving this body,my body hanging of the tree.I can taste the blood,and see the end of this waste of space called me.
SmallWaiting for this body to fall,while people scream "You are already fucking small."I shake my head and close my eyes,voices saying "Don't believe their obvious lies."I want to cry, I want to yell - someone save me from this fucking hell.