I am defined
By these blood stained lines
That map out my pain on my arm

I am denied
By these voices in my head
The ones that keep screaming "Harm"

And my head is throbbing
From the tears I have shed
And my heart is throbbing
From the blood staining my bed
And I am hanging
By a very thin thread
I'm just reminded
By my arm, which is red
That inside of me
I  am very much dead