I want to die
My mind feels old
My body is so tired
And my heart grows cold
Hands itch to slice--
Just the skin--just the skin
Blood flows out as the pain seeps in
They wanna give me pills
To treat a pain they haven't seen
They try to cure the symptoms
Without knowing what it means
To pick apart my brain
Without dirtying their hands
While I drown in a sorrow
That I can't understand
While unhelpful friends throw
Such unhelpful advice:
"Stop feeling sad!"
"Think of things that are nice!"
Meanwhile I wish
for an end to the pain
I don't need any pills-
Just send me a train
YOU ARE READING
Traurig
Poetry❝I had to close that window or else she'd go on jumping out of it forever.❞ / / © The Virgin Suicides