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For months I've remained secluded

behind desponded shades of suffering

what once was a small relapse

turned into withdrawal from everyone

my future once looked bright and promising

but now it looks dull and far from reach

I used to be hopeful when I was younger

but now I'm bitter

my days are wasted, my nights never end

there's no point in counting days

if there's no telling whether it's night or day

while everyone lives their life

laughing and celebrating

I'm pushing the razor in deeper

and with blood flowing down my arms

I find myself isolated and giving up

I thought in time I'd learn to forget

but in reality time won't change anything

so I'm sat in this dark room

with my arms glistening under the dim light

that fills this spacious void of despair

I'll live my life like this

it's only a matter of time before it works