fingertips.

Sometimes I close my eyes

And breathe in deeply

If I think hard enough, maybe I'll finally be free

My remedy lies heavy on fingertips

A shiny silver blade

If I let go of myself, maybe all of this will fade

Strange thoughts won't plague my brain

And my hands wouldn't itch

My legs wouldn't shake

My shoulders wouldn't quake

The answer is on my fingertips

A shiny silver blade

I just need to plunge it in

Deep into my skin

And stand still as it gleams

With an evil red eye

Maybe then I wouldn't need to lie

And tell people I'm okay

Smiling through the pain, already knowing I've gone insane