Physical strain,  Emotional distress.  Everything's fucked up;
My whole world is a mess.  My mind is screaming,  The pressure
rising.  Though I feel like dieing,  I know I can't give up
trying.  I need relief from this disorientating stress;
Something to help me make it through the day.  Endlessly my mind
goes back to it…  Tortured by its sick temptation  Of letting
the object relieve my frustration.  To watch and feel it pierce
my skin, bite the flesh…  Really I'm trying to stay strong and
make it without,  But from pain, there is a promise  That takes
almost everything for me to turn the other way  And not fall for
the bait of the blade.  (I'm staying strong and am making it
without)