Your mind is a wasteland; desolate
But this hell you live in is indefinite.
You believe you are worthless.
But my dear, your life is precious.
You've made a promise to try to recover,
Yet you still dream of pulling the trigger.
Your thoughts get the best of you, and the shots begin.
One shot, two shots, three shots, four, still you dream of the end.
A blade used to be your only companion,
A friend you've long ago abandoned.
The red painted across your canvas of skin,
Wasn't enough to bring the thougths to an end.
Going from a blade, to a gun, to a bottle of jack,
Soon to ****, then drugs, you can't turn back.
You couldn't imagine your life would turn out like this.
You probably believe you're one ****** up mess.
Darling it's okay to admit you're shattered.
But you need to realize you actually matter.
So try to believe me, when I say you are loved.
You are my whole world, and if push comes to shove.
I'd give up eveything, to prove you're of value,
And to heal your pain.
But for now, do me favor, try to remain.