What you've done

So cut my wrists to hope I bleed,
This is what I really need.
Cut my wrists and then I cry,
Though it’s not my wish to die.

I only want for no more pain,
It gets so bad I go insane.
People think that I’m alright,
They don’t know what happens at night.

1 cut, 2 cut, 3 cut, 4,
You cant hurt me anymore?
5 cut, 6 cut, 7 cut, 8,
Can you finally see my hate?

I can't breathe, I'm gasping for air.
I grab for your hand, but nobody's there.
You may think I'm just playing a childish game...
But my blood stained sleeve proves my true pain.