You still didn't see?

One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four
how much more pain must I endure?
you say you care, but you never stop me
instead you hand me the razor, turn, then leave
you stand there, trip me, watch me fall
none of this affects you at all
you break my heart, it tries to mend
you pull the stitches, it breaks again
I sit there crying, you're too busy, you leave
look what you're so called "love" is doing to me
you see the bruises yet you still don't care
it's almost as if they are not there
I tried to hang myself with this rope
you gave it to me, I have no hope
later you left without me even in mind
you come back home to what you find
you see the pills, I overdosed
"too bad", you say,"the path she chose"
-Kittie-