Got a knife to my wrists but can't cut any bigger
Put a gun I'm my mouth too scared to pull the trigger

Wake up screaming from relating sleep to death
Wondering and spinning out as to what happens after my last breath?

Don't go. Please don't stay.
Wish I could leave myself every day

If you call I won't answer
If you don't I'll say you don't care.

I don't want to help myself anymore. I just don't want to be me. I look at drugs as a way to escape. I've never loved myself so I've never been loved.