When that blade hits the skin, it  release's
ecstasy, bliss almost,
Friends get concerned,  Don't do it, please
they beg. It's too late,
With every rip of skin, I laugh.
Then as I wash the blood away in the shower,
I can't help but cry, and look at
what helplessness and defeat I feel.
I know they're standing by me,
but I feel so far away.