I sit here in my corner as my tears fall down
My head is spinning with the blood in which I drown
My heart is stained by the crimson tears falling from my wrists
Which bare my pain in the form of slits
The form the story, the secret that lies hidden within
I’m waiting for happiness to begin
Patient for too long, no more shall I wait
To see my dark and dreary fate
So I take this knife and lift it in your name
I plunge it into my chest and end this horrid game