Cutter

You call me a *beep*,
you call me *beep*..
but theres one thing you don't know,
its people like you who send me home with an empty painful feeling.
secluded in my room of bloody sheets and rusty razors,
i feel a sharp pain when i look down at my wrists and remember...
i feel pain and i feel sorrow..
but i can definitely wait for tomorrow,
its just another day..
another cut on my wrist...