Gather the pills, the knives, the blades
Lock the door, close the shades.
Stumble to the ground,
Look at what a mess i’ve become.
I can’t take this anymore.
I can’t pretend to be okay,
When my reality is a living nightmare.
So tonight i’ll lie here alone
Clutching the last letter you wrote me.
I’ll cry and whisper goodbye to the world,
As i slice my skin in a desperate attempt
to leave this place of pain and memories,
and be in your arms once again.
I miss you.