I rip my skin
my hip has cuts...

This is the lace
of my red tears...

Who said the color red
means blood...

For too long I've been depressed
For too long I've faked a smile...

No one can
see the pain...

The life I live
its time to give...

Is this even worth it?
I have all this pain...

I hate my life
so I took this knife...

I'm bored and torn
I've lost a lot of weight...

I used to cut
I'm in such a rut...

I am depressed
but you dont freight...

I sit in the dark everynight
rememebering out spark...