The war in my mind has been anything but kind.
As the blood gushes from my thighs,
I wonder why I live in a life of lies.
The desire to stop cutting is not there.
Without them I'll be bare.
You all think I am happy as can be....
But I'm hiding all the pain can't you see?
I want to stop thinking because every time I do,
I feel myself sinking.
I took the pills...but they only left me sitting here with chills.
The rope seems to be my only hope.
I don't want to be here.
Haven't I made that perfectly clear?