Stop Cutting My Wrist

I stopped cutting my wrist
slit my throat and watched
the red blood pour

The pain you caused
the pain I kept
starts tearing me apart

the scars on my wrist
and arms the wish of
death is what I live by

This I hide inside
the scars on upon my wrist
and the wishing of death
is something you can see

So I stop cutting my wrist
slit my throat and watched
the red blood pour