my   aching   heart   cant take the pain
my   soul is   lost, it   won't    be coming
back.    [ what    is    the   point of living]
 when  you have nothing to live for

besides   the rush    of a     sharp blade
sliding     down    your    wrist,   a single
drop     of      blood dripping  silently
to     the    floor.  What  is the   point of

remaining   on   the   earth,   miserably

If I can't have you