Slitting my wrists
Is the only thing
That exists
In order to help me
Close my eyes
Disappear
To somewhere
That isn't real
Wishing this was reality
I cry my self to sleep
Left with a broken heart
Not able to mend
Not able to work
Our two worlds
Crashing apart
Channeling
My inner goddess
I found faith
Only from below
Rarely I go
To the heavens above
That somehow solve problems
Those things don't exist
Unhappiness
Slit my wrists
Now I don't exist
