I just want to cut until all the pain goes away.
Who would notice anyway?
No one cares about what they do to me.
My existence is tinier than a freaking flee.
How many more days do I have to suffer and cry?
I just wish all my tears would dry.
People say mean things and do hurtful acts.
Not knowing how much I wish they'd take them back.
But it's all almost over, they'll soon one day see.
And they'll wish they were a whole lot nicer to little old me.
