• I conceal the hurt,
    Keep it all inside.
    Murder lives,
    Inside my mind.

    One last trip,
    One last fall.
    Pretty soon,
    I'll lose it all.

    The pain overcomes,
    The happiness,
    The past loves.

    I can't make it alright,
    All I can do is
    keep up the fight.
    But I can do it no longer.

    As I go down,
    The dark approaches.
    It gets worse,
    As the hurt coaches.

    It coaches me,
    Into a deep sleep.
    I'm going down,
    I'm slipping away.

    Then I realize,
    As I look up.
    This cut won't heal.
    I won't wake up.