Burnt all bridges I have passed,
No looking back to the life I once had,
The hate for myself is all that's left now.
As blood runs down my arms,
I feel peace in my heart.
On my skin the razor blade is shining bright,
The veins show clearly through, my blood is running wild.
The deep red flowing within, longing to be free,
A little pressure's all it takes to make me bleed, to death.