flame thrower and gasoline

If only it was as easy as putting myself, my emotions,
these fucked up thoughts, and my morbid memories on paper
then you would understand why I am the way I am all I
can ask is that you give me the chance and look past the
exterior that hides me. Its time for change.

I breath out with a razorblade cut me.

Help me drive the dagger deeper
Trace with me explicit line
Take this blade, a test of faith,
And strike me deep and true
I put all my trust in you