My Wrist Is My Canvas

Ahh

I lied
To everyone
I'm not clean
I'm such a fiend

I cut until I pass out
I cut until black out
I hate that I'm alone again
I need a cutting friend

I bleed from everywhere
My life feels so unfair
All the eyes that look and stare
My parents unconditional glare

I'm too scared to die
I'm too scared to die
I'm too scared to die
I'm too scared to die
So my wrist is my canvas

Its not that bad anyway
It’s not that bad anyway

I'm falling into the walls
The razorblade just calls