I was feeling so numb My heart wasn't beating There was no air in my lungs I needed something to make me feel alive again So I took a blade and sliced through my skin
I cut my wrist and I cut my legs too I was drowning in red There was nothing else for me to do
At this point the cutting wasn't enough There were so many thoughts going through my head I said whats the point in living I'm already dead
I hated my self I hated my life I swallowed a bottle of pills in hopes that I would die.