Will it ever stop?
Blood dried on my shirt
And still nothing to gain
Why does the pain still persist?
My happiness is so greatly missed.
Inside I am screaming
And the blood on my skin is teeming
The razor has once more brought relief
So I no longer can feel my inner grief
I need to be careful
Maybe the knife will be too dull
I don’t want to die
I’m just going to try
Try to stop this addiction-painful as it may be
Because I’m no longer helping me
I need to stop or I’ll wind up dead
Can you maybe just love me instead?