The knife is in my hand and the thoughts are in my mind

Think of this as my final goodbye...

I give up...

It hurts me to do this but we can't be friends. We can't be lovers. I love you so much- I must save you from myself. Please, just try to understand.

How can they except me to thank them for saving my life... when i don't want to be alive?

I sit here and try to count all the scars on my arm... but they're so many- where do i start?

I watch the blood pour from my wrist to block out the pain of my heart breaking... because of you

Cutter...

I hurt myself- so you can't.

Can you look into my eyes and see that I've cried a million tears just for you?