The Pain is much, the scars are deep. I often cry myself to sleep, Im lying here, its dark, its cold, Im staring at this silver blade, As the wound opens, the blood that pours, I cant help looking at all these sores, not just a cut but so much more, there's just not much worth living for, I know this can be over why not end it right now? But there's something about this that seems so wrong but I dont think I can take this much longer, my family's against me my friends aren't there. The Sadness increasing I'd rather be dead, so why wont someone just pull the trigger at me,so then my soul will finally be free. So I'll shed more blood and cry more tears, the pain is much the scars are deep, another night to cry myself to sleep.