I'm in my parents bathroom
and I'm crying all alone
I'm staring at my reflection
and no one else is home
I'm mad and I'm depressed
I am holding a blade in my right hand
And I lost My grip on life
while reality slips through My hands like sand
I'm staring at My wrist
and envying its perfection
I planned this for so long
but nobody pays attention
I made up my mind
and I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid of pain
and there's no need to say goodbye
I'm afraid no one will stop Me
even though I hate My life
I'm blank and I'm tired
as I glances at the knife
I put the blade to my skin
and I know what I'm doing
I slit my wrist
but exactly whose life is ruining?
I'm lying on the floor
watching my soul slip away
I'm still crying.
Ill close my eyes
and its time for me to go.
but to whom. well never know
