My knife
is my life...

All i do is receive pain
wishing not 2 receive it again...

I feel so much inside of me
pilling on top of me waiting 2 be set free...

I cant help sliting my wrist
i hope it was worth all theses time u hit me with...

Y cant u see that my Life is not a put on show
because u say u understand me but u don't no...