• Take a blade,
    Cut your wrist.
    After all,
    What's the risk?
    A little blood,
    A little pain,
    And a few tears
    That will fall like rain.
    The hand you held
    Abandoned you.
    The faces you trusted
    Are masks, brand new.
    Take a cord,
    Around your neck.
    There's no damage,
    What the heck?
    Lives erased...
    Damage done...
    Have you ever
    lost a loved one?
    Damage done,
    Never forgotten;
    A scar on the heart.
    A life left rotten,
    Soured by hate.
    Hearts once pure,
    Souls once clean,
    Hearts azure,
    Black,
    Blue,
    Red,
    Gray,
    Depressed,
    Insane,
    A danger to myself.
    Is there damage
    Or is there not?
    If I do damage,
    Will I stay?
    Or will I go
    Like the fading day?