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Carving... my skin

 Reveals... the face... of... tragedy

 Better... to feel

 The pain... fully

 Than to drift

 In the emptiness

 Between nothing

 And sadness

 Cut up

 Depressed

 Alone

 Wounds as deep (as any) burial

 (And) sorrow deeper than any wound

 I gave (myself)

 Thicker than any scar

 I left

 For me

 There is no hope

 Left alone in here

 For there is no escape

 A life painted with blood (and loss)

 The wrists to my freedom welcome razors edge

 And these wounds of mine will never fucking heal

 All that's left is loneliness, there's nothing left to feel