Suicide Blade

I have fresh cuts on my wrist.

I have fresh cuts on my wrist
What the fuck is wrong with me
The suicide blade, I try to resist
But realize what I'll never be

The blade is screaming my name
Helping me forget the shame
Taking me to a different high
But in the end, I'll fucking die

These cuts, not deep enough to feel
Just a cry for help that no one hears
No one's around to help me heal
No one to tell my greatest fears

The blade is screaming my name
Helping me forget the shame
Taking me to a different high
But in the end, I'll fucking die

These cuts were playful at first
Like a kitten with a paper bag
Now I feel they're getting worse
As I find myself starting to gag

The blade is screaming my name
Helping me forget the shame
Taking me to a different high
But in the end, I'll fucking die

Blood's now dripping down my hand
Each cut takes me closer to death
My suicide blade-don't pretend you understand
Close my eyes, I just lost my breath