The voices are screaming
But I can't hear a sound
My life is ending
But I can still look around
I feel myself breathing
But I don't know how
I want to leave this stress
It's getting to much to bear
My mind is a mess
Then I found a razor
And my bodies a mess too
They litter my wrists
And my thighs
But who cares?
I'm just a young girl that cries
But it's so much more than that
I'm depressed
And no, I'm not "just stressed"
I hate myself and they're to blame
They made me look at myself
And think "shame!shame!shame!"
I hate my hair, my lips
My eyes, and my hips
I hate my voice, it's too deep
I just want eternal sleep
Your lips are like a razor
So kiss my wrists and my throat
Don't stop at just one, kiss me some more
Until I lay motionless on the floor
