I long to feel a stinging on the surface of my skin.
The red turned to darkness is what I yearn to see.
I want to see the lines across my wrist,
made with the blade i just can't resist.
I need to see the blood seep from my body,
making its way along to a puddle on the ground.
I crave to see what should be inside exposed to the world,
bright and red with the tinge of blackness.
I thirst for the taste of iron, the metallic bitterness.
Why can't i shake this, why do i need this.
Someone come save me,
save me from myself.
I need to be free,
free from the world.
How could they understand,
why would they want to try.
Alone is what i am, and forever shall be.
Me and this blade in this darkly lit room.
Dragged from one side to the other,
the protective surface slowly opened.
I hunger for this release,
my troubles seem to drift.
But even when they healed,
the scars are all that's left.
Everything i was running from is still there where i left it.
So please anyone i ask you, what am i doing to myself.
No one can help, no one can save me.
This will forever be my destiny.
No escape, alone forever.
Me and this blade in this room together.
