Ive tried it once, ive tried it twice,
What will i have to do to make you nice?
shattered, broken, bleeding, choking,
The scars on my wrists are signs that people like you exist.
Why have you done this?
What did I do?
I just wish i could have seen right through you.
Maybe then, just maybe, you wouldnt have cleanched your fist.
I swerve from your fist and try not to get hit, as you try very hard not to miss,
Suddenly its hard to see,
im becoming weak,
my knees start to shake,
i stop and stare,
Whilse thick blood starts to fall down my face, and onto my hair.
You just laugh, and act asif i werent even there.
why do i bother? why do i care?
i wipe my face,
and look at you,
its clear in your eyes,
you want me to die.
so i crawl over to the door,
and then it starts again, once more i fall to the floor.
my heart thuds louder and louder,
suddenly i see clearly again,
i get up and race to the door
but its too late
once again, my face lands on the floor,
this time,
it shall stay that way,
'till some-one helps me up, and lays me to rest,
next to my mothers grave.
