I think about it all the time
I just can't get it off my mind
If I see a knife
I imagine piercing it through my skin
I know it's a sin
But I'm ready to just give in
I can't take the pain
It's making me insane
It's such a shame
I keep on trying
But never dying
It makes me feel like crying
Because I won't be content
With all my attempts
Until I'm exempt
And I really don't want that
As a matter of fact
On the outside I may seem intact
But on the inside I'm falling apart
And set on my heart
Are things that that are hard
I wish I could stop
These feelings that ought
To be unthought