i cut my myself yesterday just to feel the blood escape

i love it when the pain and sorrow leaves my veins

when i forget all the memorys that cause the strain

when i get that feeling of bliss inside my brain

that feeling that i am safe

tucked away in some other place

but the the moments gone quick and you got demons to face

you walk to the mirrior

to wipe away, all of the blood and the tears

and there you see, all of your mistakes

anyone you ever hurt, anyone that hurt you

and you just hope that it all will be over soon

so you resort to the liquor

to drown them away

or a little drugs

to be safe for the day

but they always come back

and instantly they attack

so again you resort to the blade

and repeat the process that your pain has made

till the day, you cut just a little too deep

and then you have to fall into a enternal sleep

six feet in the ground counting thousands of sheep

above it no one cries no one makes a peep

all thats left of you is memory

and a small tombstone that reads

"my life was horrid filled with sorrow

there was never a day i looked forward to tomorrow

no body ever helped me, lent me a hand, or gave me just a little love

that is why i sit in this casket it fits like a glove

surrounded by bodies memories with only stone

forever in this cemetery i never have to be alone"