Bruises

I hit myself again and again
Suddenly i like the pain.
I want to go further.
Maybe to murder
myself.

I want it to hurt,
But will it work?
I want it to kill.
But whether it will.
Who knows?

Afterwards...
I climb into bed,
Waiting for my arm to turn red,
I\\\'ll have to wait and see
Why is it me?

I don\\\'t wanna open my eyes,
To the secrets and lies,
I don\\\'t wanna go to school,
Cos i just ain\\\'t cool.
Why bother?

I don\\\'t like me,
I don\\\'t fit in society,
I don\\\'t care no more,
Life\\\'s such a bore,
What\\\'s the point?

Do i reach for the knife
for the rest of my life?
Or do i just hit my legs
I might aswell be dead.
Or should i?

I have bruises everywhere
Some people stare,
It\\\'s not what i want
But thats not the point,
I never get what i wish.

I look at my arm
Why do i self-harm???
THE END