Distraction (MAJOR TW for self-injury and su!c!de)

Get away,
Get away,
Your mind is suicidal,
And your heart is dead and broken.
Get away,
Get away,
You’re holding a knife to your wrist,
And you’re wishing you were dead.
Get away,
Get away,
You want to die,
And you want your life to end.
Get away,
Get away,
You’re thinking everyone would be better off
Without you,
And you’re hoping death will be a refuge.
Get away,
Get away,
You’re trying to get away,
By listening to sorrowful music,
Hoping it’ll bring comfort,
And you’re trying to distract yourself
From this agony inside.
Get away,
Get away,
You’re trying desperately
To find a distraction
So your life won’t be lost,
And you'll be saved to die at another time.