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As the blood drips from the blade

I realize the damage I have made

Body sickly sore

Somehow I still want more

It is easier to hurt on the outside

Than to die endlessly within

There is no use in hurting from the heart

When I can fix the pain with this sin

How can you look into my eyes

and not hear my cries

Pleading for someone to save me

Begging for someone to end this misery

Yet I still crave more damage

More tearing myself apart

I can't help but feed the addiction

It is like a work of art

No wonder why everyone walks away

It is crazy that I live such a sick way

and as the blood drips to the floor

Somehow I still crave more

What if I keep on craving more

Till there is nothing left

Tell me what will happen then