I sit here by myself, thinking of suicide
I look at the razor blades, thinking of suicide
I look in the mirror, thinking of suicide
I tell myself, suicide will heal the pain

I turn off the lights, alone in the dark
The blades glint in the moonlight
I pick up the blades that'll take it away
I think of certain people, not that they ever cared
As I look down at my arm,
I am finally doing something for myself
Selfish instead of selfless
They say you must do something for yourself
Perfect timing
The end is near

I dig the blade deep into my skin
Seeing my cherry red blood
Run down my arm
One
Last
Time...
The end is here.