A Picture Of A Girl Slitting Her Wrists Hidden In A Kids Toy

I'm trapped, I'm doomed
Wasting in my room
It's who I am
Barely a man
My voice, my soul
All ever so sore
My friends, so-called
Left me so cold

So cold
Why should I fall
At the hands of what i know
And what I don't

I'm doomed, I'm trapped
The empathy I lack
My heart, my hope
All of which are broke
The most of my
Pain of which I try
To force away
Was caused by me in the first place

So cold
Why should I fall
At the hands of what i know
And what I don't
So cold