I feel as if I'm falling
Though have not yet hit the ground
Although I fear that when I do
It will hardly make a sound
So soft that no one can hear my cries
Make out my shouts of pain
So soft no body will be able to realize that I'm not okay
And that now it's poison, not blood that pulses throughout my veins
This venom injected within me
When concluded, it's certainly fatal
It's taken the lives of many so far and will continue
Well, for the ones who are successful
Successful in that they end their pain
Quite the opposite to their achievements whilst alive
So now, there one and only goal is that their plan works
Meaning that they simply don't survive
The water is getting deeper
No longer can I tread on the surface
I'm forgetting how to swim
Suddenly I'm always nervous
Failure weakens self-confidence
Thus bringing on the depression
My solution is easy, self mutilation
My one and only obsession
Although, my solution cannot occur
As I wouldn't break my promise for all the satisfaction I could get
I've already lost my brain
I don't think I could handle losing their respect
When you really think about it
My main problem isn't failure as such
It's merely the true and constant fact
That I care way too much
I suppose it's good in the long run
Keeping me and my skin unscarred and healthy
But the point is that I really do care
And I'd rather for the to be happy
Even so, I hope they feel really special
Because it's getting harder to fight the temptation
They must mean an awful lot to me
If for them, I'm giving up my greatest sensation.
