Pushing deeper, pushing hard,
doesn't matter that you'll leave a scar.
Feeling sad, feeling lonely,
You and the knife only.
Wanting only to escape hurt,
the first thing you do is roll up your shirt.
No one will see it, you tell yourself,
I only want to hurt myself.
Pain and blood run together,
wanting you in this state forever.
Pleasure starting to fill in pain,
still sitting there, yourself you slain.
Drip is the only sound you hear, forgetting your moan.
In your room, all alone.
Where are they, where's the help?
They would just ignore my yelp.
Losing conciousness and life
I did this with a knife.
even the king of the wild can be desperate after all...
hmmm.. tired of your reign?