I sit at home all night, alone,
This when my sadness comes,
And I think as I silently cry,
Why do I do this to myself.
I'm holding the blade in my hand,
And the blood is dripping down my arm,
"why do I do this?" I whisper into my pillow,
Why can't i just be happy, like old times.
I felt weak and like i was going to kill myself,
so i called you my one and only true friend,
You slowly talked me out of doing it,
You then asked Why?and I had no answer to give you.
We say our goodbyes and we then hang up,
I'm now back where I started, home and all alone,
As I think Why?I still have answer but i think,
maybe it is just because I cant stop.
So I promise myself and my friends that,
I will try to stop and I hope to god I can.
