As i take a razor to my wrist memories of him I reminisce.
He plays his games and makes me cry, he doesn't know I'm slowly dyeing inside.
They've teased and tormented me throughout the years I blame them for all my fears.
They think their a bad ass and fool of pride....just b/c i don't look like a model doesn't mean i don't have a heart inside.
I'm tired of crying myself to sleep, so I take a knife and cut deep, as i tell a story on my wrist my scars show where my life took a twist.
I wake up in the morning with the same words on my mind....why can't i just die.
I can't take it anymore, I can't go on another day.
I know I'm not perfect why should i stay, and right now i don't think i wanna live another day.
I'm tired of hurting and always being sad, so i write what I'm feeling b/c my journal can't fight back.
Why don't they stop making fun of me, I wish they would just leave me alone. i don't know what more they want....b/c my hearts already broken!
