A failed attempt to be something...
A crushed attempt to try...

Fallen from faith, I stand alone...
Staring at my broken home...

Just one little cut... I say to myself
How bad could a small one be...

Sometimes I wonder how anyone who has a heart
Can easily forget the pain and tear someone else...

The only things worth living for can be taken away...
The major things that bring me down are memories...

Consumed by my rupture
pain failing to secede...

Slowly, softly, perfectly
It slides across my wrist...

The death of me will be sweet
Though it is a selfish suicide...

I look in the mirror
I long to see more...

While looking at her
He doesn't know...

She is lost
Inside herself...

Liberate me from myself
I've desponded...