This anger within me, this anger and hate.
This other feeling I have, this feeling of pain.
Driven mad, driven crazy; my mind corrupts.
The tears that fall, I feel as if I've been slain.

Take my pain. take it all away.
Release the pain, release the hate.
This pain is too unbearable; how excruciating it has become.
Is this the answer, is this my fate?

Blood stains the sink, blood stains the floor.
Is this it, am I going to die?
I feel light-headed; the world seems to spin.
No, it does not end. For reasons I don't know why.

I look up at the ceiling, my wrists throb.
The pain I have, it still lurks about me.
I slowly get up and ask myself, "Why?"
I look into the mirror shards, is that me?

I clean up the blood; useless rag it is now.
I wipe my tears away, blood now on my face.
I look at my trembling hands, more anger and hate within.
I want my life to end, I feel as though I'm a disgrace.

I clean myself up, I tend to my wounds.
I look at myself yet again, I ask, "Who am I?"
I sit in a chair, head in my hands.
Now I realize, I cannot yet die.