So tried of all this shit.
These tears falling down my face.
The temptation to cut my arms to escape the madness.
Can’t find a place where, I feel, I belong.
Lost with out anyone here in this fucked up place called
reality.
Can’t stand all these rules and bounders placed in front of me.
Sitting here with a razor in my hand.
Ready to cut all the madness out.
Ready to escape and never return.
There’s a rush of relief as the razor cuts deeper and deeper into my left arm.
My blood is dripping onto the bathroom floor.
All my pain spilling out for all to see.
Saying my final good-bye to my love ones and to my fucked up reality.
Want to escape this unloving, insane place I must call home.
My vision starting to fade away.
See the light going further and further away from me.
Then my vision clears and I am back in this fucked up place called reality