Dead Inside

Im sitting here, dead inside.
Do they see me trying to hide?
Do they know how much I want to die?
Wait, they could care less.
Do they see that i cover it with a smile?
My bloods dripping onto the tile.
This knife is getting dull.
It used to be a grateful life....
Now I have no reason to live.
What do I have to give?
Please forgive me for my sins,
But tonight, its all got to end.