I hate when you see me like this,
When you see that i am not strong,
When i am all alone crying in a dark corner,
for all the things i have done wrong.
Inside i am crying for help,
screaming for someone to hear me,
because i am dying inside,
slowly but surely.
You tried to talk to me,
But i pushed you away,
And when you did leave,
I actually want you to stay.
I can't help but hate the way i am,
i hate the way i reach for the razor or knife,
because everytime i do,
I reach to wards death not life.
This cut i just made,
it went too deep, too far,
I don't know what happened, so much blood, so much anger,
this cut is the worst one of my scars,
Goodbye is the only thing we can say now,
because this cut was my last,
because soon i will be leaving this world,
I will be part of the past.
Stop this addiction,
Stop all the times i have lied,
because soon i will be gone and everyone will be asking,
why her, and how?.......
......she died
