Staring at these scars as they mock me.
Wanting to feel the blade.
No one can stop me.
I'm living in my nightmares,
Fuck...no one cares!
Cool steele pressed into my skin,
Self-inflicted, the only game I can win.
I look down at my wrist,
The blood pouring out,
I can't clench my fist.
I see no light,
Darkness fills my eyes.
Sitting still I begin to cry.
So I grab for the blade,
Just doing my job.
Cutting my wrist,
Finishing me off.
My heart beat slows down,
The cutting begins to stop,
The door flies open,
My lovers in shock.
Hearing his screams,
Our fingers are locked.
I slowly close my eyes,
And the blade drops...
