You want it to hurt
You want it to bleed
The cut of the knife
That you no longer feel

You know you've become dead inside when pain doesn't bother you anymore

When pain starts to make you feel alive.. you know you've crossed the point of no return

Out of all the people she could hate.. she picked herself

I would cut those wrists
to watch my blood speak
i would blow my head off
to show you am not weak