Society is being cruel

Pulling in all directions

Everywhere you look or turn

Don't trust your friends' reactions

Safety is letting your finger slip

Off the walls of your stronghold

Will someone see you fumbling?

Realize something is amiss?

Can your family hear you screaming?

Or are they two deaf?

But will you draw the blood?

Let it fall across your skin?

Let your body surrender to the demon within?

Or will someone see you standing there,

Standing with the knife.

Will they grab your fingers,

Pull you out of the abyss?

Will they hear your screaming

'Till it softens to a drone?

Until I find that person

Who will save me form myself,

I stand here with the knife,

Wanting to kill myself.