Maybe my wrists don’t miss the sting of the blade.
But that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about the pain.
Maybe I’m too fragile but nothing seems alright.
Death might be coming and I don’t think anything good is in sight.
So as I try to break out of these chains, I’ll hope for something better, maybe finally turn this god awful page.

As the moon waxes and wanes, I find I’m still astray.
Death seems like the only salvation. But I don’t want it to be this way.
So as I try to find a light, I’ll try to make it through the night.
But the stars don’t seem to shine as bright.
So I guess that’s why nothing ever feels right.

there is no beauty in this life.
the only salvation is running my wrists along the blade of the knife.
if what eats away at you body mind and soul doesn't **** you, it will **** away every ounce of the person you grew to be.
and life isn't suffering but no one can see.
you can't put others lives into the hands of your own and expect any sort of beauty or freedom to unfold.
maybe I've been waiting too long for a humane death to take it's toll.
but it's not in my fate and you people's bigoted ******* is getting so ******* old.

All there is to this life is lies.
Leading to whoever they prey on’s demise.
So why doesn’t anyone have more time?
If this is life then nothing will ever be fine.
So as I try to cage the demons in my head,
I’ll hope that whatever comes next doesn’t end with more dread.

Life is horrendously despicable because of all these petty bigoted games.
Why drive decent people insane, because you’re stuck in your petty sadistic belligerent ways?
I tried to get of the page, but everyone’s pretty much the ******* same.
******* all to hell.
I’m tired of all of these ******* rules and the way you plan my days.

It feels as though the end is nigh.
There’s nothing here and nowhere to hide.
So as I prepare to fall into this doom filled tide.
I’ll hope that those who need it still have enough courage to breathe peace into life.

When the bend in the road leads to a brutal demise what’s left if you never had enough time?
Maybe things are misconstrued but I wish it didn’t lead to a merciless doom.
If I could escape I’d try to get things right.
But it seems I won’t make it through the night.
So as I wish I could have watched the flowers bloom, I’ll remember that I was always alone in every room.
So as I hope life gets better for those who deserve it. I’ll ponder on why I was always worthless.