I feel her pain when the blade is pulled down her wrist
I can feel the blood as it drops; the pounding in my head feels like fists
The tears are shed, flowing streams that never end
All of her sorrows one by one I’d like to mend
Maybe the blood is like ecstasy; sending her mind into the void
Numbness, the feeling of blood is like a steroid
All cares and regrets thrown aside
Knowing in the end there is nowhere to hide
Everything takes its toll
Burrowing under you skin until you can’t fill the hole
Life is but a game, one she wished she never played
But sometimes we must live with the life we’ve made