The Reason Why

Razor blade by my side
I'm sitting on my bed
Going over and over
All the things you've said
I start to pick it up
But my hand shakes in terror
So I sit it back down
And look into the mirror
It only takes one look
And then I know why
I'm so fat and ugly
No wonder I cry
I turned my arms over
And held them up high
Looking at all the scars
No wonder I want to die
I hate myself so much
I tell myself that everyday
I know that its all scary
And I know that I will pay
I walk into my room again
And slowly sit on my bed
Why should I keep cutting
Why not shoot myself in the head
I pick the blade back up
My hand is calm now
I'm ready to do it
And you wonder how
When I say I hate myself
It brings me so much pain
Pain that I can cut away
My reason to be insane
After I cut away the emptiness
Then its all of the hatred and tears
These are the reasons for my unhappiness
So I made the cut
Then I fell asleep
Now I'm in the ground
6 feet Deep