I cannot tell you how many times ive been here before
Sitting on the bathroom floor

The blood begins to spill
Not a single feeling but pain
But feeling pain is better then nothing at all

I stand over the sink and wash my hands
Time and time again
The blood will not come clean
I am a broken person

With dirty hands and a broken mind
Oh please let me rewind

Go back to a time long long ago
Just a boy with no problems
Bigger than a broken toy

I was just twelve years old
I never dreamt id be this way now
I didnt know the term abuse
Or how to end my life
But all of that would come to follow

They say suicide is not an option
But sometimes its the only choice people have
The lucky ones survive and still have a chance to recover

Depression has no cure
And i am sorry for that.