I look at my room
and nothing is me...

Standing over you holding the gun
thinking so hard about what i have done...

Pieces to a Cutter
A knife so sharp that one slice the red blood...

Sorry its so long.. i just got the feeling to...
No I’m not clean but I’m not ready...

Some dream of happiness with toys and balloons
Some dream of forgetting just what they always...

I’m sick of being the burden on your life
I’m tired of being the fight between you...

I don’t cry for you
I cry for me...

Look at me
What do you see...

He shows me to a room.. It feels of pain and...
I look all around me.. The door slams shut.. A...

I see eyes in the darkness.. They are running...
A small hiss behind me.. And wings lift in...

I have planed this for some time
the final day I am alive...

I slide my blade across my skin
As slowly I start to grin...