The Beginning Of The End

Another head is hanging low
In the world of the unknown
Another is lost
Without a shoulder to lean on

They try to hide the(ir) pain
But the tears still remain
They try to cry out as their last plea
But no one is listening

And so they lay in bed each night
Thinking of a reason to use the knife
And so they carve another mark
Of unhappiness on their arm

They're slowly fading
With each infliction engraved into their skin
They're slowly dying
From this disease inside their head

They reached out again and again
But the world gave up on them

They were strong once
But now they're gone...