All this hate
and all this pain
and all these fools who are all the same

as I cut
my arm it bleeds
and every drop conveys relief

the more I cut
the better I feel
and soon the cut that will not heal

upon my wrist
this cut shall lay
and it shall be my dying day

my screams to you
for these past few years
have fallen upon unhearing ears

and now at last
the final call
which you shall watch me fall


and now I watch
the blade slide across my arm
but I care not about the harm

for if you could feel
my emotional pain
it would drive you far from sane

that's where I'm at now
with now way back
and it is my hope that I lack

hope
such a simple word
but without it you heart will burn

and all I have is my hate
my hate and my need
but not too long till I bleed

and with my blood I wash
all my pain away
and soon it will be the day

that my pain will fade
as will I
for it will be the day I die

so stay away
and don't come near
and when I'm gone, don't shed a tear

all I ask
is you remember me
not like I am, but like I used to be

and now I cut
that final gash
and as I do my life does crash

to its end
now that is all
and you just sat and watched me fall

and completely ignored my pain
and all of my cries
was ignored by your uncaring eyes

but I care not
my pain is gone
and my suffering is done