My White Flag

Reaching for my razor,
Here I go again.
In this present darkness,
Is where I find my friend.

One after another,
The pain I cannot feel.
They turn into scars,
Wounds that never heal.

These crimson tears now stain my arm,
While I start to cry.
Wishing there was another way,
That I could have died.

Now I\'m raising my white flag,
I\'m giving into myself,
Giving into the world,
And into everyone else

My breath is becomming weaker.
My eyes are starting to close.
Drifting off into the night,
The time has come for me to go.