when everything seems so bad and all I can do is cry, I take the blade to my leg and escape. I need to be numb so I'll cut it all away. The past comes back to me and I can't think. I'll just cut it away and hide it. I'll hide everything. And I'll be nothing, again. My voice which is silent screams for you. You dream of me and then you can't sleep. And you scream for me. But its too late because I'm already dead.