To be finished

Those Slits Upon Your Wrists,
And Those Bruises On Your Fists,
From Slicing yourself and Punching The Wall,
Not Paying Any Attention At All,

To All Your Friend Who Warn You To Stop,
Before It's Too Late And Yourself You'll Top,
Little Do They Know You Want To Die,
And Your Life You Life A Total Lie,

The One You Love Is A Total Twat,
And Cryin Infront Of The Mirror Is Where Your Sat,
You Hate Yourself And Others Around You,
You Fear Everyone And Everything they do,