No reason to be mad.
No reason to be sad.
Yet a fog sits. 
Yet it clouds logic.
Yet it consumes happiness. 
You are it's puppet.
You smile.
While the parasite takes control.
Your life takes a turn for the worse.
Blame the cuts on the cat.
Tell everyone you're fine.
Lie.
About the blade.
About the knife.
About the scars.
To your friends.
To your family.
To your therapist.
Don't speak of the temptation.
"One cut to the wrist"
"Just do it"
"Just die"
Just die?
But I'm still alive.
I've come this far.
Death is a cowards way out.
Death is no fun.
The fog thins.
But it will never disappear.
The voices.
They always remain. 
The temptation.
Oh the temptation.
Don't give in.
Don't give in.
For the sake of your future wife and kin.
The temptation. 
The tingle whenever you hold a knife.
Don't give in.
Don't let the temptation win.
Temptation.

Don't ever give in.