I stare out through this rusty hue
I ask myself what I'm supposed to do
I can barely seem to think straight
My thoughts can't even penetrate

Habit kicks in and I wipe up the blood
It's thick and brown, just like mud
More blood drips from my cuts
I trip on it, I'm such a klutz

I can't even remember my own name
I pity those that think this a game
I sit down as my head starts to spin
I look down at my scarred skin

Tears begin to fall from my eyes
The scars are everywhere, even my thighs
I'm pathetic, stupid, unable to quit
I'm stuck inside a deep dark pit

My sorrow is something no one can feel
But I assure you this problem is real
It's an addiction that no one can cure
Once you start you can't escape the razor's lure

My mind finally begins to clear
At the same time, comes back the fear
Will I be like this forever
And so I undertake another endeavor

This is the final day I abuse
To do this will take the strength of zeus
But today is the final day
As I put down the blade I know it's the only way