Suicide is my thought of escape,
Crawling out of the hole I made,
Burying my thoughts beneath the sand,
It’s my only way out of the pain I feel;
Please explain why I’m not allowed to leave,
The thoughts that runs through my head?
I want to scream,
I want to cry,
I hate to admit it,
But I want to die,
I no longer want this constant burn,
I want to stop the voices in my head,
To stop cutting up my skin,
Like it’s paper,
Blade, being the pen,
And I’m an artist,
But I can’t quit,
Every cut a step closer,
To the completion of my artwork,
Once I finish,
The lines soon fade,
Til’ the white lines appear,
White like heaven,
The white lines is all that remain,
Every mistake I make,
I cut,
And the blood covers up,
For the mistake which I have made,
And then I’ll start over,
Onto a new, clean state,
And when the lines heal,
I trace them,
Remembering each story,
That lays behind each, white line,
I vividly remember the things you said,
The way you racquet me,
The way you make fun of me,
The way you laugh at my failures,
The way you beat up my successes,
This is why I want to die,
Suicide is my only way out,
The way out of the pain you have caused me see.