I drag the blade across my arm
To see what I can feel
As the blood pools on the floor
I wonder, "Am I real?"

Lost in my insanity
Not sure if I'll escape
As my head spins dismally
I ponder mine own worth

A lost little girl
Alone in the world
With thoughts of death passing through my head
I feel so hurt and cold

Can time heal the pain inside
Or will I forever burn
With unquieted desires that I can barely hide
I suppose I'll never learn

I drag the blade across my arm
And press it further still
As I start to die again
I begin to realize . . . nothing was ever real