• Cut away such feelings
    Slice away the pain
    Drink away the depression
    Wipe away your sane

    Wake the next morning
    Feel the regret
    Realize your mother’s morning
    For death comes as a set

    First pain then relief
    From relief to pain
    To laughs and cries
    To horrible fights

    The blood and the hurt
    Tired of feeling like dirt
    You’ll cut those wrist
    And slide into abyss