scarlet tears drip from each vein
a vehement covet to end this pain
this silver blade stays by my side
because all hope inside has died
as each day ends and darkness draws
the devil toys with all my flaws
i'm helpless, alone, a worthless mess
a broken child, as he addressed
i died inside so long before
to live each day is like an endless chore
pills could not kill what is already dead
a twisted soul, an empty head
i beckon the devil, with the key of self harm
and i open the door for him, with the blood on my arm