Cut Up, Depressed And Alone (Loss)

Carving... my skin Reveals... the face... of... tragedy Better... to feel The pain... fully Than to drift In the emptiness Between nothing And sadness Cut up Depressed Alone Wounds as deep (as any) burial (And) sorrow deeper than any wound I gave (myself) Thicker than any scar I left For me There is no hope Left alone in here For there is no escape A life painted with blood (and loss) The wrists to my freedom welcome razors edge And these wounds of mine will never fucking heal All that's left is loneliness, there's nothing left to feel