How can life pull you down?
In in my tears I slowly drown
Nothings left to hold onto
I cry every night and my sky is never blue
I look down at my arm
and see my ugly scars of self harm
I know I can take all this pain away
with just one cut of my blade
but I feel as if I'm meant to be here
even though I know death is near
I pray to god and ask him why
I cant see a beautiful sky
I want to know whats wrong with me
this is not who I dreamed to be.
**My self harm is all i have..theres nothing left in my grasp
