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