The knife seems so shiny and attractive,
The fire seems so warm and caring,
The razor seems to be able to rid me,
Of the pain.

The kind heart that wants to help me,
The warm caress of a healing arm,
The soft consoling voice I hear,
Means nothing now.

I want to be rid of the pain inside,
I want to be rid of the images,
I want to be rid of the emptiness,
I want to be whole.

The knife penetrates my skin,
The fire burns my heart and soul,
The razor scrapes away the pain,
I still don't feel whole.