Reach for the blade. Its the only thing that can make you feel anything now.
        Now that everyone has destroyed what's left of you...
             How you will ever be the same again...

Draw it across and watch as the red flows behind it
         Again and again, again and again, again and again
             Till there is nothing but red
                  Dripping
                         Falling
                               Bleeding

At first its anger, hatred, betrayal
    Then it becomes less and less
         More of a habit
              Till you feel nothing at all
                       And all you want are the scars and to try to feel, try to be in control of something

It is always  easier to start than it is to stop