There's no one to hear my cries, I'm alone.
I scream out for defeat, freedom, and most of all relief
This blade is my best friend, the only one to trust.
Who cares about morals? Values? God and his beliefs?
The blood falls from my wrists and onto the floor,
I stare into memories; pushes and shoves,
I remember loved ones gone and ones still here,
Friends gained, friends lost, my one true love.
Why are we put in pain until we can't take it any longer?
Yet day after day we trust the people around us,
The ones that kill us slowly from the depths of our hearts,
The house is quiet, I'm free to scream, laugh, cry and cuss.
He walks with fast pace, no one can stop him from taking me.
I'm on my own as I fall to the floor, barely awake
I remember my 'loved ones', the ones who fear me, hate me,
He enters the house loudly, conscious, my death I fake.
As he walks into my room, I'm aware of everything.
He looks at my wrists, the red blood glistening,
He puts his ear to my heart, not aware of the pounding,
He mumbles about the work to be done, not aware of me listening