Loss 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 f..cking heal
All that's left is loneliness, there's nothing left to feel
