She takes out her knife
She moves it across her arm
She wonders why her grandma left her,
Left her here with her dad that beats her,
left her here with no one to talk to.
He takes out his knife
He moves it across his arm
He wonders why he's doing this
dong this, hurting himself,
doing this hurting his friends.
I take out my knife
I move it across my arm
I wonder if my friends love me
love me enough to try and stop me,
love me enough to understand me.
Why have we done this we think as we sit here.
Depressed about life, school.
Depression moves in closer and closer.
We are all gone.
Plz plz plz comment because I'm scared this'll happen if my m8s go any further
