A bloody mess upon the floor,
Huddled up behind a locked door,
Millions of bloody razor blades,
Bottles of mouthwash and boxes of band-aids,
A bloody arm, covered in cuts,
An empty bottle full of cigarette butts,
Empty pill bottles and glassy eyes,
Unwritten letters and unsaid goodbyes,
All fucked up and laying on the floor,
Still asking for something more....
To make the pain just -- go away...