\\\\\\\"cross your heart. hope i die. stick a needle in my eye.\\\\\\\"
thats what I hear everyday
going over and over in head
as i cut so deep into my wrist
i just cant help my self
but to cry and hope that someday I will just stop
but everyone knows that wont happen
cause once you start
you cant stop.
it all started when people started calling me names and telling me I was ugly and gross.
I thought they were my friends.
but I thought wrong.
cause a week after they trashed my locker and started prank calling me.
my best friend in the whole world turned her back on me.
she never calls me.
never talks to me.
doesn\\\\\\\'t even give me a glance.
I try to think,
what did i do to make them to start hating me?
was it my clothes?
was it my house?
was it my parents?
or..was it because I\\\\\\\'m going out with the coolest guy in school?
well was..
no! thats ridiculous!
or..
well till i finally found out the truth.
it was because of him.
I knew it!
gosh! how could I be soo stupid?!
so now.
everynite.
before i go into dreamworld.
I say my prayers.
and with the razer blade.
i cut o so deep..
\\\\\\\"cross your heart. hope I die. Stick a needle in my eye.\\\\\\\"
