Like frostbite on my fingertips my life is numb and my heart is cold
I've given in to the physical harm and the mental abuse
Waking up each day wondering why and asking myself to cry
All these lies like
If you just be yourself people will like you or
It's okay to cry
I sharpen my razer repeatedly screaming inside to wake up
When in reality I'd rather be asleep
Blood flows like a river from my vains
Spill blood not tears I tell myself
My body grows cold lying on the bathroom floor as the room begins growing dark
Silence follows
Waking up in a hospital bed only to ask myself why...