"Hi my name is.."

I keep looking at his wrists

Does the metal taste as good as it looks

Are you bleeding out the pain cause you can't seem to scream enough

Even if the skies are blue its storms inside you feel

Like I do 

I do understand and that's the awful thing

Your heart hurts like mine too

I keep lying but who am I convincing

Not the bags under my eyes or the shadows from a restless sleep

I look like a walking corpse and I dig my grave deeper daily

Doing bad was always easier than good