How can I look you in the eyes and lie,
Tell you that I'm doing alright,
Even though the scars on my arms tell otherwise?
I need help,
An overwhelming sense of dread fills my head,
As I put another notch in my wrist that counts the days until I'm dead.
Tell me I'm going to be alright,
Because right now I need an anchor,
Because I'm about to drown in a sea of my own blood.
Dear God, why?
I tried so hard to live a meaningful life,
But all I've done is fail at everything I think to try.
I'm good at painting with a razor,
My body is a canvass,
And as I sign my name I'll carve one last request.
Don't forget my smile,
Because even though all that's visible is my cracked skin,
I want to be remembered for the happy soul within.
I'm sorry I had to go this way,
Tell Mommy I love her,
And I'll talk to her again one day.