Blade

I pull a blade across my skin,
how much longer 'til those voices win?
Deeper and deeper I see blood appear,
how much more damage can I do here?

They think I'm crazy, they think I'm mad,
but in reality I'm just sad.
I wonder how deep I can get,
until I'm another person and they will forget.

I can't stop crying anymore,
people say: you're a whore.
Up in my room more alone than ever
I just wish I could be gone forever.