I need my knife

My name is Lora
I hate my life
My friends all cut
Now I want my own knife

I wish I were happy
And sometimes I am
But somehow the knife
always gets back in my hand

I've tried to stop my sadness
but it always comes back
everything makes me mad
and self control I lack

I hate how I'm feeling
I want it to stop
tears running down my face
the knife I won't drop

I'm suicidal
I want to run away
but something holds me back
that something makes me stay

I wish I were dead
Why won't I die
I think really hard
as on the bloody carpet I lie

I think I hear the sirens
I hope this is the end
I'll wait for you in heaven
after going around the bend

oh, sweet death awaits me
I hear it calling my name
finally i can leave this hellhole
this never-ending game

***by Lora not Tiffy
** we all love lora shes my patient