They say I'll be okay, I'll be just fine, but really... Will I?

The razor screams my name all night,

The pills lay by my bed,

The rope dares me to tie a knot around my pretty little neck,

My scars are opened once again,

My past comes back to stab me,

I'm sorry, I'm done.

Sorry to disappoint,

But there's nothing you can do about me.