Standing on the edge
Looking down at the sea
Step away, one, two, three steps
I can’t do it

Sitting on the bed
Blade glistening in my hand
The quick slice, white mark left behind
And then fills with dark red blood

The friends we made along the way
Became the enemies we fight at night
The memories, opening myself
And then you ******* disappeared

The one that stayed
Shouldn’t have stayed…
But he is here
And I am holding on to threads better left to fray