Have you ever held such a sharp knife
And held it straight upon your wrists?
Ever spoke to your broken razor
And heard the razors passionate kiss?
Would you know what you are doing
If you tried to end your life?
After the first, failed attempt
Would you pick back up the knife?
Have you ever written your name
In the deepness of your skin?
To think if somebody found you
They'd know the pain within?
Would you ever tell your secrets
And try to write another affair?
To think you'd never be loved
But love is always there?
Have you ever given away things
That meant the most to you?
Getting rid of the things you loved
Incase the dream of dying came true?