I guess when wrists were read

these familiar words flow through my head

and staining in my dark grey bed

he looked into my eyes and said

what I thought I'd wanted to hear

softly whispered in my ear

but were they real or were they mere

phrases to make me dissapear 

hurting now from head to toe

i want to open my body so

the pain in me can flow out through 

simple shallow ugly wounds

disapointing everyone 

everyone has had their fun

i hate myself but I don't want to die

I don't deserve your reasons why

kill myself and waste the sea

let God do what he will with me

but part of me has stuck around

simply to watch the sun go down

for when the feelings commit this theft

the sun may be all I have left

and round and round the earth it goes

it won't let me leave because it knows 

so let me live another day

privelage undeserved I say

and though it hurts and keeps me wake

wounds aren't the answer for our sake

I wish to bleed out all my sins

but they're not in my blood, deeper within

they can't leave  no matter how deep

For now all I can do is

sleep