I'm a murderer, but its not what you think
I was drowning in life, and slowly sank
Had to rebuild myself, had to do things anew
The depth of the misery, grew and grew

Their words were my blades
Their blades were their words
I cut into my skin, until it hurt

Let myself bleed out, silently crying
Holding myself, as I was slowly dying

My heart start slowing, the blood kept pouring
How they missed the sings, I needed help
I was calling out, but all they did was ignore

I hated myself, my body was at war
Trying not to die, as I fought and fought

Fought not to die, fought for goodbye
Why does everything, have to so hard in life

Taking what I thought was my last breathe
As I close my eyes and embrace death

Opening my eyes, I could feel once more
That I am not the same person I was before!