Today I did it another time.

(Blood stained tissues and rubbing alcohol.)

I'm in too deep, I've been too deep.
I didn't say goodbye, I won't.
I am not strong enough to dig out.
I'm gonna stay here and sink.

(I tell myself all these things and I believe each and every one. )

My hips are red and again I wish it was my wrists.
I say goodbye to you my love, to say hello to the blade.

(I've cracked, I'm done. )

Red flows more than breath does.
Each and every night I let it go.
Can't say goodbye, its a part of me now.

(And nobody understands, so I can't explain the pain.)

I don't know why I haven't left yet, I hate it here.
I wish I was gone more every time I lie, but why haven't I gone?
I could of that day..but I didn't and I regret it.
Maybe today will be that day that I say goodbye one more time.
Don't forget I love you.
Goodbye.

(And today, I haven't been more dead. Tomorrow I'll be the least I've ever been)

Old cuts old scars, say goodbye
Old cuts, and old scars. Say goodbye to old cuts and old scars.
Lined up on my hips are red lines, I'm gonna tell them goodbye.
Don't be disappointed when I give in to temptation, because that dripping red and the sting of the blade is my sweet melody relief.
It's my addiction, my bitter paradise.
A compromise in my mind, I'll do this and eliminate my dis-divine.
I can't stop and I can't go on, my only choice is the blade slicing through my skin and the secret of it.
Am I going to say goodbye? Should I?
Yes, I should. I'm trying to let the sin flow from my veins in red from blue.
This pain dissipates and joins the earth in a revive of life.
Saying goodbye to old cuts, and healing with new scars.

I'm going inside.
I'm done with this world.
I'm leaving this world with a bang, with a splat, with a splatter of blood.
I've seen this world with my eyes, my ears, my mouth, and my nose.
I know the cruelty of this world
I've seen it.
I'm going inside, so done with this world.
I'm leaving.
I've said good, goodbye.

The cuts are red as she goes to bed and when she woke they were all healed up.
But sadly her insides are as black as they were before she slept.
And her skin as white as a ghost's, she is almost invisible to herself.
She smiles and laughs as if it's okay, but she's worse everyday.
Each and everyday harder than the last, but "it's okay" she says.
"Nothing."
"I'm fine."
I'm falling apart Is what she thinks as the tears are shed.

I might be a little broken
but I still am a person
and I am one of a kind
I have these cuts and scars
but I know I’m gonna get far
And you can’t say I’m worthless or pathetic
because I know I’m not and you’re just a person
a person just like me with problems of your own
we’re all a little broken right down to the bone
and we’re all a little scarred in more ways than one
but we’re all people, and all just ones

I might be a litte broken
but I still am a person
and I still am one of a kind

Everything gets better with time
every wound seals
and every crack in my heart will fill soon enough