There he sits so helpless
Just waiting for that special day
The day he set aside
When he'll take his life away
Up until that day
He'll screw his life up more
Taking all the drugs
And cutting like before
Stories of his messed up life
Are written on his skin
Keeping count of all the times
The knife just tends to win
Scarlet scars upon his wrists
Tell of all the times
He tried to go but something
Stopped his suicidal crimes
His blood shot eyes tell of all
The countless times he's cried
He has no more tears to cry
So his end he will decide
As that day comes around
When his 'precious' life he'll take
He'll bring up all the pain inside
And one more cut he'll make
Never will he stop to think
Of all the people he will miss
You can call it 'ignorance'
But ignorance is bliss
As he starts to think about
The story of his life
He wants to end if faster
Just to end all his strife
He curls up in the corner
And he begins to cry
All the while voices whisper
Just f u c k ing go and die
Tears leak from his eyes
And stain his pale, white face
Trailing down his satin cheeks
Depression's line they trace
He sinks his nails down in his arm
As he begins to shake
Substituting physical pain
For the pain from his heart ache
As he slowly falls apart
He starts to crave his blade
He takes it out and wastes no time
To add to the cuts he's made
He drags the blade along his skin
As he watches the blood pour out
He feels control run through his body
And the voices cease to shout
He puts away his razor blade
With no sign of regret
He knows that he will do it again
For the pain he can't forget
As he starts to breathe again
And his shaking finally stops
His weak and fragile body goes
To his bed and drops
His eyes begin to slowly close
As he thinks about that day
Where all his struggles end as soon
As he takes his life away
