Sometimes

Sometimes i want to go away
never live to see the next day
make this hell just disappear
i get so sick of being here

sometimes i lay in bed awake
thinking "what kind of pills did i just take?"
then look at my scarred and torn up arms
and remember the pill's and knife's charms

sometimes i need to cry
but the tears dont come and i wonder why.
then i remember what she had said
and wish even more that i was dead

sometimes i get angry and mad
and then suddenly go straight to sad
then i remember my piece of shit life
reach in my drawer, and take out my knife

sometimes i forget why im living
i dont want this gift that keeps on giving
then i remember, and yes its true
i remember that i am here for you...