As I Sit Here

As I sit here I'm dying
It get harder to try
As I sit here I'm crying
I just want to die
As I sit here I'm pushing this thing on my thigh
It get boring to breathe
As it gets harder to lie
So I make a mark higher as I go
I make this mark higher so it doesn't show
It used to be attention that brought me to this
But now I think that its depression that makes me do it
3 on my arm, 4 on my thigh
1 on my knee and knuckles do you see the pain in my eyes
Sometimes I wander what will be next
Will I stab myself of snap my neck
I just want to feel loved and wanted inside
But how can I feel that when I don't want to be alive
As I sit here I wonder if someone will help
As I sit here I wonder if I can just help myself.