I carve my thoughts
into my skin
It's now a habit
I seem always in
Line by line
letter by letter
I lost my dream
of feeling better
My hands are shaking
my mind is weak
Only a way to describe
my insides, I seek
Flesh still burning
from the little cuts
The result of me unable
to find anymore buts.

I see no future
Yet I see no end
I can't even find
my old world of pretend

A voice is screaming
inside my head
Wondering why I'm
still going on ahead
It asks me why
I continue to live
Questioning why its
only my blood I give
I try to respond
but fail in the end
My mind only full of
thoughts that will bend

With half of my heart
I want to exist
But that piece is
clamped in an iron fist

I lost my ambition,
so my purpose is gone?
Then I ask you voice,
why do I continue on??
It does not reply,
not that I thought it would
So I return to my blade,
the only thing thats good.

Redoing my pain
only spares time.
Happiness, sadness fall
into a repeative rhyme.