Today

Today I'm tired of the hurt,
I'm tired of the pain.
I know no other form of relief,
But for my blade to bite deep.
As red water runs,
Free and clear,
Down my arm. Down my wrist,
A feeling I hold so dear
Sweet relief, sweet sweet relief.
Its all I know.
Its all I have.
Jump now, in my pool of crimson,
Wash the pain away.
Suddenly I can breathe.
Everything is crystal clear,
Tears long since stopped.
Thanks to my sweet relief.

Today I'm tired of the itch,
Tired of the urge.
The compulsive, knowing I'm not in control,
When relief is all I want,
Am I addicted?
Am I addicted?
If I hear the whispers of want,
Does it hurt? No.
When it hurts not to,
Is that an addiction?
Sometimes to see red,
Sometimes to breathe,
Sometimes to relax,
Is that an addiction?
My sweet relief
My sweet, sweet relief.

Today I just don't care.
I know in my heart,
I don't want to be here.
I'm tired of feeling,
Tired of caring,
Let me fall,
Deep in that abyss.
The feeling of darkness,
That I've always held so dear.
Please don't cry,
Now when my soul disappears.
And my body now goes,
Deep in the ground.
Six feet under.
Now your voice, finally tuned out.