Suicidal Tendancies

I go to the kitchen, take out a knife, I look at my wrist and begin to slice:
Goodbye to the suffering, Goodbye to the pain, Goodbye to the anger, Goodbye to the hate..
I slice deeper and see the blood drain, my eyes look in horror, but I smile at the sight,
I close my eyes and wake up in fright.
It was all a dream, I am alive.
Suicidal tendencies stay in my mind.
And Still I Bleed...
I sit in the corner, in the dark; and alone. I wonder if anyone else is around,
I think and I fidged and I start to cry, I think to myself, it's a good night to die,
I reach for the razor that lays on the floor, up to my wrist; I feel so warm,
I feel the blood, then I feel a breeze, I hear the door; still I bleed.
I close my eyes, then I awake; to find myself in a hospital bed.
I scream in anger, and I hear the breeze, and yet as I am crying, I still bleed.