The anger dwells deep in my soul
I'm tired of playing my life like a role
Darkness swallows up all of my light
My internal flame has abandoned the fight

Every single night, I cry myself to sleep
My smile and happiness have been buried too deep
No hope do I see for the rest of my life
And so I wander in search of a knife...

Into the kitchen I silently plod
As I make my peace with an immortal god
The teeth on the blade so sharp and fine
Straight to the sink, I've crossed the line

Raising the knife, my hand is steady
My mind all knowing that my soul is ready
Wrist inside up, the knife takes a dive
Death and oblivion will be slow to arrive

The steel marrs the flesh of my wrist
My hand betrays me and forms into a fist
A steady stream of liquid life pours
As I feel my life creep out the door

Sunrise will see me dead and gone
The mourners will sing their sorrowful songs
But the sad, drear melody won't reach my ears
While everyone there shall shed their tears