I sit here and wonder how i became like this, to cry all day and cut my wrists

I wish i may, i wish i might just fall down and die tonight

Ask yourself, if you where in my shoes would you rather be dead or stuck in a world where no one wants to help?

Cant you see that ive been crying? cant you see that ive been cutting? when you look at me do you really see me of just the person you want me to be?

I cut my wrists and beg to die cos its better than living in this life called a lie

I cut my wrists and i black my eyes as i attempt this thing called suicide

My tears can cry no more, my mouth can tell no more lies, my heart can no longer deny that its in love with you

For every scream that someone ignores is a little more i die inside and cut my wrists... waiting for the day someone cares

The tears are falling from my eyes, yet i feel no pain as the razor slides across my wrist, im screaming at the top of my lungs, yet no one can hear me.. i need someone to save me

The tears run down my face as you sit there and tell me that you love me, it really touches my heart because this time i know you really mean it.