Suicide

Feeling pissed off all the time
With no one to trust
That's why I'm cutting again-
Because, you see, I must

I don't really have someone
To tell all my secrets to-
So my razor blade and I
We know just what to do.

I'll make a slash and then a cut
As I watch the blood pour red
Let's hope I don't cut in the wrong place
Fore then they'd find me dead.

I'd never do that,
Just to let you know.
I only cut for one reason
And that reason-to cope.

I know it sounds stupid
Believe me, I do
But it's my way of dealing with life...
What about you?

I'm not trying to get pity
I don't need your embrace
I just want one person
To be able to look me in the face

See, Mom, you think it's new
This having a depressive attitude
You don't even notice my walls are down...
That I can no longer hide from you

I've been like this since I can remember
It isn't something new
I've just always pretended to be happy
And hide my thoughts from you

I know you still don't understand
As I cry my bloody tears
I just wanted you to know
I've thought of it for years.