Cut my wrists, scream and cry
sitting here wishing i could die
hating you forever, but loving you too,
I'm stuck right now not knowing what to do.
as the blade touches the skin i hate,
to scared to go on, but not wanting to wait...
i clench my fist, and press down harder,
pushing the blade down further and further,
i do it over and over again,
trying hard to reach the vein.
it makes me feel better, makes me feel stronger
knowing the pain won't last much longer.
It's their fault i do this to me
this isn't who I'm meant to be
but they don't see the real me
she's hidden away where no one can see
I'm leaving now, taking my own life
leaving you only a bloody knife
a note in my hand, a wish in my heart
hoping mum gets a brand new start.
Dad will hurt, and mum will cry
but neither will get to say goodbye
i hope dad finds me, i hope he's the one
this might make him rethink what he's done
if he finds the cuts upon my flesh
he'll realize he caused the whole bloody mess
then he'll be sorry, then he'll regret
ever making us upset!!
