I text my dad good morning
He replies, "how's my daughter up at 5am?"
I say it's just how my routine is now kept
Little does he know that I never slept.


I wear a full sleeved shirt on a hot summer day
My friends ask me if I'm insane
I just say I don't want to get tanned
Little do they know that the arms are where the blade is manned


My sister asks me if I'm feeling okay
I tell her that I'm having a hard time in life
She tells me it's a phase, it won't last
Little does she know that I've been haunted for more than year by the ghosts of my past.


When I finally revealed my agony to you
You said that it couldn't happen to me
That I just needed to take care more
I tried, I swear I did, but it didn't work out, that's for sure.


Cutting myself wasn't the solution you say
But how can you expect me not to, when the blade way the only thing that went my way?
I found my pleasure in my pain
But **** me, I just couldn't cut that little vain.


You say I could have talked to someone.
You know what? I tried.
And when I did, everyone thought that I lied.
Lied about my depression and about my failing at life.


After some passage of time, the world thinks I'm okay
Then one day, after many, they'll notice that I'm gone.
I gave into the hole and they would mourn.
I let it devour me.
I fell into the bottomless sea
With no escape I slipped into oblivion.
The weight has been lifted off my chest.
I am finally at rest.