bleeding out

There is nothing left
No self worth
No purpose to be found
Picking up shards
From a broken mirror
And slicing open my arms
My heart has grown cold and bitter

My corpse will rot alone
In the cold, damp room
The same room
Where my innocence died...

Life leaves my eyes
My body has grown cold
I yearn to feel
But even then I will never be free
So I take this
Knife to my throat
And salt to my wounds
That way I can leave this place
And leave everyone's excuses
All behind

My body is weak
My mind is lost
Only the slits on my wrists
Symbolise the person I was
Skin turned palid
In the end
I never really needed you



Credits
Writer(s): Kenna Warne
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