You ask me why I did it
and I tell you u will never understand
"But look at your hand"
you say to me
"Its ok I'm fine see"
I show u the cut and you look disappointed in me
"Never do that again " you say "promise me"
I promise and I am sorry
things get so out of control the world seems like hell
and theres just no other way else to go
I am ashamed of what I did
the first time the blade touched my skin i was terrified
as the blood ran down my arm I started to cry
I was so scared i didn't want to die!
but I thought its too late soon I'll be gone
I'll never get to sing another song
I'll never get to see you
i thought of all the things I'll never get to do
I'll never graduate not sure if I would anyways
but there was a better chance I would have made it to an older age
so I sit there crying terrified that I was going to die
Why did i do it! life isn't that bad
even if it can make a person go mad
life is life you have to go through everything
to get anything
when the blood stopped I can remember how happy I was
I was the happiest Ive ever been because,
now I knew that I didn't want to die after all
no matter how far I fall
I can always get up again and keep going
for as long as I can
I look down on the cut on my hand
and it reminds me how lucky I am
to live....
