Undead

I can't stand the pressure, can't stand the pain
All the years of cutting, now I've cut into a vein
Remembering all the memories, as i slowly fade away
Watching his tormenting grin, as he looks on in dismay
Lying in a puddle, a puddle of crimson red
Paralyzed in agony, soon i will be dead
I wish i hadn't done it, I wish things would change
But time is slowly ticking, my body's feeling strange
I haven't written any letters, I'm already missing mum
I guess she'll have to grieve alone, my head is almost numb