What's the point anymore?
I curl up and cry on the floor
is life worth it?
I want to commit
should I end it all?
I feel so small
does anyone care?
the skin on my wrist is beginning to tear
will it get better?
the blood-soaked carpet is getting wetter
these are the questions I ask myself each night
until I begin to feel alright

I contradict the universe
I live in an upside down
Surrounded by the fog of a hot breath
Black is the day when it rains on the mountain
The Fog lifts and death lies on my back
lonesome and rightside
Are you happy now?