Blood drips from my wrist
In my hands lies the knife,
What am I doing?
I stare at myself, seems that
This is the only proof im alive.
Can't seem to focus.
But something holds me here
Inside there's only me and him
He's me, I am him.
He's who holds on
to the life I live.
But sometimes he asks more
Then I can give.
That's why I am searching for you.
The wound stops bleeding,
This is just beginning