I can never get it right I fail time and time again I'm worthless I cut myself to ease the pain The closer I am to death The better I feel Time is my cancer I wish my wounds would never heal Open your mind Open your soul You'll be at peace if your dead Let the razor take control Happiness fades like the sun Life is hell, death is what needs to be done Open my wrists, the blood flows free Alone I die, in love with eternity The closer I am to death The better I feel Time is my cancer I wish my wounds would never heal My scars are my badges Stuck to me like my skin I may be dead But they tell my story from within Happiness fades like the sun Life is hell, death is what needs to be done Open my wrists, the blood flows free Alone I die, in love with eternity
Reason for writing:
I was in the shower it just came to me
Birth sign: Aries
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