Theres only so many tears you can cry, cuts you can make, But only one trigger you can pull to leave all of the mistakes.

Tell me when you slit you're wrists you dont pray for the strength to press down and the courage to tell everyone 'f * ck u'

Coal has to go threw fire to become a dimond, A human has to go threw hell to go into heaven.

The only things that keep me alive is the,
Feeling of a blade comming into my arm,
Praying i mite die or cry out enough crimson tears to finally feel better.

My art is whats going to kill me,
My art is very true,
My art has my flesh for paper and my razor for the pen.

I'll smile even though inside im crying,
I'll laugh even though it kills me,
I'll say everythings ok when its not,
I'll cut myself to make things better and finally be able to wear a real smile.

Some say 'home is where the heart is' if thats true, wheres my home?

Looking at the ground from the leap i want to take, I dont want to wait yet i dont want to make the misstake.

Feeling the razor's kiss on my neck, feels so much better then nothing at all, and it makes the world seem less like heck.

Life is full of hate and lies..The only way to leave it all is with the help of suicide.