The razor and the slice.More Like This
Don't know why I even try to live like a person.
I'll just kill myself like some poison.
I'm sick, I tell you.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
I'm slowly losing my head.
I'm shocked I'm not dead.
I slid that razor deeper, so I can cut off the skin.
Trying to forget the pain I'm in.
My eyes no longer cry.
I feel like I'm gonna die.
These cuts keep bleeding.
I feel dead even though I'm breathing.
I don't understand myself anymore.
Lying here, cold and alone on the floor.
Slice right through the vein and let it bleed.
Hurting myself seems like a need.
Begging for some help, but, help never will come.
I force myself to be so numb.
I swear I'll be the death of me.
Why the fuck do I have to be?