Drip
Drop
Will it ever stop?
The hurt
The pain
Blood dried on my shirt
And still nothing to gain
Why does the pain still persist?
My happiness is so greatly missed.
Inside I am screaming
And the blood on my skin is teeming
The razor has once more brought relief
So I no longer can feel my inner grief
I need to be careful
Maybe the knife will be too dull
I don’t want to die
I’m just going to try
Try to stop this addiction-painful as it may be
Because I’m no longer helping me
I need to stop or I’ll wind up dead
Can you maybe just love me instead?