Carving... my skin
Reveals... the face... of... tragedy


Better... to feel
The pain... fully
Than to drift

In the emptiness

Between nothing

And sadness

Cut up

Depressed
Alone


Wounds as deep (as any) burial
(And) sorrow deeper than any wound
I gave (myself)

Thicker than any scar
I left
For me

There is no hope

Left alone in here

For there is no escape
A life painted with blood (and loss)
The wrists to my freedom welcome razors edge


And these wounds of mine will never $#&@ing heal
All that's left is loneliness, there's nothing left to feel