The mirror talks, says I'm nothing inside,
Fingers trace where the bruises hide,
Numb to the ache, but craving the sting,
Bleeding just to feel something.
Voices in loops, they echo so tight,
"Do it again, it’ll all feel right,"
I try to fight, but I'm giving in,
This hollow war, it pulls me in.
Cut deeper, maybe then I'll breathe,
Scarred lines screaming underneath,
No tears left, just fractured skin,
I lose again, I let it win.
Trapped in sheets soaked with my doubt,
Digging graves I can’t climb out,
Each mark I wear, a quiet plea,
For someone else to carry me.
Voices in loops, they echo so tight,
"Do it again, it’ll all feel right,"
I try to fight, but I'm giving in,
This hollow war, it pulls me in.
Cut deeper, maybe then I'll breathe,
Scarred lines screaming underneath,
No tears left, just fractured skin,
I lose again, I let it win.
"One more," they whisper close to my ear,
The silence breaks, replaced with fear,
But fear feels warm, when cold’s all I know,
The red flows slow, I watch it go.
Cut deeper, maybe then I'll breathe,
Scarred lines screaming underneath,
Cut deeper, maybe then I'll feel,
The numbness breaking, sharp and real,
Cut deeper, maybe then I'll breathe,
Scarred lines screaming underneath,
Cut deeper, let me disappear,
No saving now, I drown in here.
No saving now...
I drown in here...