Cut, Slash, Claw
Tears stain my face,
I will never win the race,
To be happy and to be free,
For I know that is not for me,
I'll never see the day,
I'll never reach the parade,
Of joy or of friends,
Here is where it ends,
I fear of self harm,
Yet a razor has reached my arm,
I cut, I slash, I claw,
Wishing to be more,
Waiting for the day,
The pain will never fade,
Only one decision left,
And that is, death.
Should I cut until I'm numb,
Or hang myself before my mum,
If only she ever existed,
Maybe I wouldn't have been blistered,
Should I dive into the ocean and drown away,
Wanting to be gone trying to fade,
I grab a rope, I grab a stool,
Everyone has been quite the fool,
Shaking now fear begins to feast
And I think at last I'll find my peace,
With those final thoughts inside my head,
I jump knowing that this is the end.
