MY ESCAPE/MY RELEASE

I'm feeling like I'm dead,

Your voice ringing in my head.

My blood is running cold now.

I want to end this but I don't know how.

I'm crying, is it worth it?

Is it worth throwing myself into a cutting fit?

I've these marks the scars won't show.

I'm cut deeper than you kn0w.

Most wounds are on the surface.

The pain is only temporary, don't you notice?

I sit on my bed glass in had,

Trying to tell myself to put it back on the nightstand.

But I don't listen, instead I give in.

I push the glass against my skin.

The blood rushes up, the pain is ecstasy.

It hurts, that's fine.

The pain is something that's all mine.