In the basement he waits
The night grows darker
His tortured mind tells him
To cut deeper
There is nothing left now
God is gone
He has it all but
He doesn't deserve it
Loyal friends devoted parents
All that is good he resents
The flag he sees
As he vomits he bleeds

Masochism, self-injury
Cutting myself to punish me
It hurts me not my pain is my pleasure
Sucking our own blood, no one needs me
Who should care? My life is my own
Suicide will be the death of me

He sits there staring
At his arms and his legs
With repulsion cut them
Slash them masochism
Break the skin slit the wrists
Bite the neck bloody fists
He regrets his friends
And family cried
No need for help he says
He's doing fine
He wont hurt himself again
But you know he's lying

Watching the clock
Waiting for the moment
Wash the knives the skin
Make the incision
Scrape away the first three layers
Making sure to hit the vein
Drawing the blood
That's why he's there
Of his own death
He has no fear
He does it on his own
In the masochist basement