Cotton Candy, Butterflies,
Rainbows and tear filled eyes...

Crazy thoughts of suicide are running through my...
The thought that I could kill myself was the only...

I sit here in my room.
Razor blade in hand...

I don't know why I'm crying.
There was nothing wrong...

Dear mom,
I'm sorry for all the hurt You've felt...

Reflection.
Is what I see...

The razor blade goes down my arm.
I cannot stop my own self-harm...

Tear stained cheeks.
Blood stained hands...

Blood is Trinkling down my wrist.
It stings so much yet feels so good...

I cry and cry
and wait to die...

I feel smaller than a rock,
Tears and pain fill up and lock...

I'm running out of space to breathe,
I loved the pain the blood the slain...