Every day i at school when i seem so calm and cool i go to the bathroom and sit alone crying the salty tears and holding my crimson wrists from the nights before
and reminisse in the surreal horror
you think that im just so perfect but my reality is a blur i use my knife the cut through my strife in the depths of all of my pain
memories of abuse when i was little and aching pain all in vain
i pray to cut and not wake up from the blood and my heart trampled through mud
maybe someday i won't awake to the pain and the tears and my knife for one more year
