Cut Up, Depressed And Alone

Carving... my skin

Reveals... the face... of... tragedy

Better... to feel

The pain... fully

Than to drift

In the emptiness

Between nothing

And sadness

Cut up

Depressed

Alone

Wounds as deep (as any) burial

(And) sorrow deeper than any wound

I gave (myself)

Thicker than any scar

I left

For me

There is no hope

Left alone in here

For there is no escape

A life painted with blood (and loss)

The wrists to my freedom welcome razors edge

And these wounds of mine will never fucking heal

All that's left is loneliness, there's nothing left to feel