• Day after day
    I feel my self fade away
    I use this blade
    Hopeing it will take the pain away
    But yet, I still fade
    So I continue to use it
    I cant take this any more
    I feel as if everything is walking out the door
    Every cut
    The blood hits the floor
    More and more
    I continue to use that blade
    Hopeing that soon I will feel no more
    Still, the blood hits the floor
    I use that blade
    To spill ever drop
    I wish that this could make the pain stop
    But all I feel
    Is the blades sharp, hard end
    Cutting my skin
    I look at my wrist
    I can only see a blood stained arm
    Or of what used to be an arm
    But is now just a tool
    To make that pool
    Of blood
    I cant take this pain any more