the only wat that i don't cry 
is to think of ways that i could die 

to leave this world of misery behind 
and maybe a sanctuary i could find 

where i could be who i wanted to be 
and no longer be trapped inside of me 

thoughts of death are filling my mind 
as my bleeding skin i try to bind 

i hide behind the joyous pain 
and think to myself, am i still sane