Twist

Everybodys got a story,
But mine has a certain twist,
It starts out with a razor and a scarred wrist.

As the cut begins to bleed,
I surprisingly feel a need,
I want to stand up and cry,
To wish this all away.

To have no one to talk to,
No one to understand,
No one to be there,
When you need a hand.

At the end of my story,
I just want to quit,
No one knows how hard it is,
To stop something as hard as this.