2004-11-23 - 2:17 AM
At times it's hard to know what's real
When everything I love, this sickness steals
All these wounds that never heal..
Bleed
Imagine what it's like to see your blood
Rushing from your wrist like a crimson flood
While knife in hand, you just stood..
And stared
Always staring
Never caring
While everything else is drifting by
Always hating
Every breath you're taking
Cuz all you want is just to die
Wanting to cross that line
Suicide on your mind
So you can reach the peace
You could never find
Fuck family and friends
They don't matter in the end
Ignore the hands they lend
I'm not doing this again
