My life seems so cold Everything seems so wrong You aren't the same Should I believe you when you say you don't want to lose me or When I say im ready to end my life Would you let me or would you try to change my mind Sometimes I hate you for making me think I hurt you I hurt myself because I belived that I hurt you I hate to see you hurt
You became aggresive towards me I wouldn't have never let you hurt me You started doing drugs You just added more stress in my life All the stress brings me down It gives me no choice more cuts end up on my wrist I cant show emotion so I store it all inside but it builds up I have to cut myself in order to let it out It puts the stress out to the side When I bleed it all out I feel better inside.
