I’ll tell you a secret
And I’ll trust you to keep it
You unfeeling, unknowing
You with nowhere to be going
These scars on my arms, see?
Nobody, nothing did them to me.
It was me who dunnit,
My hands who cut it
The blade just went so deep
Blood mingled with tears as I weep.
Why, you ask, what brought me to this?
I don’t rightly know, don’t know what I miss
Thoughts become meaningless in this place
The directions to which you can’t read on my face
Humanity’s disappeared, I hid it away
In a little blue box to get me through the day
Photos, letters and poems, my sad tale
Even this effort is doomed to fail.
The mess in my room like a window into my soul
Through which is this huge, gaping hole
And this is all unknown to everyone
I’m dying while everyone’s having fun.
A secret, I’m putting in your hands
Taking off my sleeves and off with my bands
This little blue box is yours to care
To remind you of me when I’m no longer there.