Cutting is fun
But not for my friends.
They try to help me but
I just cut deeper.
The blood runs out
And I just wait to die.
Nothing is happening.
The blood stops.
My heart gives in.
My soul sinks.
And you are to late
To save me.
Everybody is coming in and out
Of my room.
You watch me go out
On a stretcher.
You look at me and cry.l
And you tell everybody and yourself
That it is your fault.
But they say its not.
You go home that night and your parents
Are saying that its o'kay.
But the next day another stretcher is being pulled out.
