Why am I still trying
Why am I still here
I don't want to be alive
When the answer is so clear
I just need to find it
My cold and deadly friend
And then when I am ready
I'll die and this will end
I'll take the blade in hand
And slide it on my wrist
My thighs and then my stomach
Then will take an awful twist
I'll continue with the slicing
I'll leave no skin behind
I'll bleed and bleed and bleed
I'll cry and cry and cry
And finally when I lose enough
Struggling to hold my head
I'll fall and peace will rise at last
For I will then be dead
