You were taken out of my life
Now All I feel is pain and strife...

People cant see
My emotional scars that cover me...

Do you care about me?
Am I even here...

She tightly grips the knife in her hand
As she watches her blood drip onto the sand...

Why do people judge you
On the appearance that they see...

I sit in the dark
A knife in my hand...

The blood runs freely from my wrists
As I stare at the knife in my hand...

She looks into the shadows
Hoping he isn't there...

Don't you get it?
Don't you care...

She held him in her arms
Trying to bloke the pain...