i'm unable to breathe
and she's just lying there
i don't know what to do
i'm just so scared

now i'm sitting on the couch
a stranger holding on to me
i can't stop crying
tell me it's just a dream

a week goes by so fast
why won't time slow down?
everyone's gathered to say goodbye
i think i'm starting to drown

i think it's been a month now
or has it been two?
time is moving too fast
no matter what i do

one pair of scissors
one small scar
time slows down
i won't go too far

people ask if i'm okay
and i say that i am
it's all a lie
but i couldn't give a ****

i know it isn't right
to cry myself to sleep
but since she died
a step is like a leap

cutting into myself
and watching blood run
is the only thing stopping me
from coming undone

maybe i should stop
and find another way
it takes hundreds of cuts
to make me feel okay

i stop for a little while
i don't want to die
but i go back to the blade
to stop the tears i cry

three years on
it's still too hard
i'm still afraid
of going to far

i can't stop now
i can't live without it
maybe i'm addicted
just one more hit

i'm not getting better
i want to run away
after three and a half years
i should be okay

i've tried to get help
but i still can't breathe
it's like i'm under water
- still no air for me

i fight as hard as i can
each and every day
to be who they see
- a girl who's okay

sometimes depression takes it's toll
it shakes me to the core
and i find that
i don't want to live anymore

i guess i'll keep going
suicide isn't fair
i know there are people
who love, me and care

i'm still not fixed
my story's not over yet
hopefully all the things i've done
won't fill me with regret.