Hold Onto My Life

No longer can I,
hold onto my life.
I need to put down my gun,
and my bloody knife.

No one can help,
no one really understands.
Where I'm going,
and where I've been.

You can't make me stop,
when you don't know what I'm doing.
I'm lying to you,
about the rate I'm going.

It's not just two,
and it's not about him.
It's three or four,
and they're pouring out more.

The cuts are coming faster,
with more and more a day.
I'll do anything to stop,
and with my life I pay.

I cannot stop,
it hurts like hell.
The blood, the scars,
are taking control.

I dig down deep,
with the sharpened knife.
The blade within me,
and I start to cry.

I lie on the floor,
I just sit there shake.
Not wanting to live,
my soul I would bake.

My arms and legs,
are fallen and depraved.
I wish they were gone,
and would no longer be detainted.

The blood runs down my arm,
and drips onto the floor.
I'm sitting in a pool of it,
wondering what it was for.

I had no reason to hurt me,
or to rip away my flesh.
But it makes me feel better,
my blood is kept.

The scars and bruises,
they cover my arm.
And people ask me,
what caused me the harm.

I lie to them,
and they believe it.
But you can help me,
forget the shit.

It's up to you,
my life's in your hands.
I want you to stop it,
the scars come in bands.

I'm tired to the lies,
I'm tired of the knife.
I'm tired of the pain,
I'm tired of my life.