I wake up in the morning
Only looking forward to
Going back to bed
I wake up with guilt
When I look to my wrists
Which are always strained red
I wake up disappointed
Because I've always wanted
This time to be the last I bled
I wake up in pain
When I touch my face and
Feel the tears I've shed
I wake up....
But what if I don't want to?
What if I just want to stay dead.