I'm standing in the mirror looking deep inside
seeing all the pain, all the times I wish I'd died.
Couldn't be consoled, couldn't find my way out
ready to end it all without a second doubt.
Strange how you see all that craziness in your own eyes
putting on a fake smile, telling all those lies.
Too many people took control of my very soul
led me down their path, strayed away from my goal.
Standing here still looking at that little girl
stomach ******* in knots, ready to hurl.
Death seems like the only real answer
these sickening thoughts eat through my brain like cancer.
Once I was so strong and now I am so very weak
razor to my face again as the blood drips down my cheek.
I lie on the floor blood shoots from my vein
the only time I feel relief is when I'm suffering in pain.