Six Feet Away

wash my hands and i hope to die
those nights of endless tears
your apathy and self control
were the answer to my fears
that i cant do this anymore
i cant go on
i cant keep hating myself
and i cant do this anymore
eyes sown shut and my heart has grown cold
my hands are painted red
razor sharp words to my wrist
never thought before you said
i heard you cried for a while
you thought i was okay
but all your thoughts and your sorry words
i cant hear six feet away
i cant wake up hating myself and wishing that i wasnt born