What the hell is wrong with me
i say one thing but mean another
i want to die
and tell people that i do
but deep down i don't
i cut myself
even though
it really isn't me
three years ago
i wouldn't have thought
of doing such a thing
but look at me now
i cant stop
the cutting
the dark thoughts in my mind
I'm evil
i should die
no i cant
i have to be strong
for my love
nothing can stop me
from living in this world
it will get better
it has to
