I sit there at night,
Trying to cry,
But nothing comes out,
My eyes are dry,
My wrists are sore; my leg starts to hurt,
These cuts; so deep,
These scars; I'm a creep.
As my body becomes weak,
I know I'm half way there,
Just a little further..
Bursting with laughter,
My friend comes crashing in,
She sees me there,
Holding my blade,
Her laugh turns to screams, her smile into rain,
She collapses on the floor and holds me tight,
But I'm afraid it's too late, it's the end of the night.
