Sitting quietly on my floor
Shaking fighting with myself
I wonder more and more what I'm living for
I give up I'm sick of feeling this pain
With the blade in my hand
I slice my wrist open so deep
Sitting there wanting more as my blood quickly falls and lands
Carving more as darkness slowly creeps
I thought i was doing so well
It had been so long
Slowly deeper down i had fell
I don't believe what i did was wrong
Laying on my floor
covered in my blood
Still craving more
Still craving the sweet smell of that bloody wound
