Hey little person

Who said danger had ended
That side look in your eye
Breath marks on the mirror
Blood on your wrist oh my!

What a silly person you are
You should of cut more
Your hand is still gripping the blade
Blood dripping on the floor

How do you sleep at night?
Covered in wounds on your skin
Do you get that feeling often?
Do you feel the pain within?

Let me tell you how little person
I feel the pain so deep in me
I grip the blade in a silent rage
But trust no one you see

I feel this mountain of hurt
The leaver reaches over me
So now you know little person
The one I hate is me.