Trading In

Laying in my bed
turning into ice
will this be the end
should i roll the dice

Slice across my wrist
watching as it drips
my skin not held together
looking at all the rips

Seeing all the scars
of all the times i hurt
why not rip my heart out
and throw it in the dirt

Another slice right on the vein
Ecstasy goes through
feeling dizzy gone too deep
this feelings rare not new

All the darkness seeping in
the light begins to fade
giving up don't wanna fight
my life I'm guna trade