Cut to bleed,
Bleed to feel,
To feel the pain,
That's sadly real.

Kill me now and kill me quick, to this death I now submit.

People often ask me why I cut. They don't understand. It's because of them. They never miss a chance to remind me how pathetic my life is.

Is it bad that they think I should kill myself?
Or even worse that I want to?

I sometimes wonder why we can't just be together. Then I see you with her, and I remember.

You don't know what it's like to always be second-best

I used to think people were stupid for taking their own life.

Now I know how smart they really were.

I don't want to be here anymore.

So shove me up against that wall and show me how much you really love *her*

People tell me not to hurt myself, but if I don't, then everyone else will hurt me where it can't heal and scar.

We made a deal that if you didn't cut, then neither would I. I'm sorry I have to break that promise. But you are the one who said promises are rarely kept.

I want out of this house, this town, this state, this hell. Most of all, I just want out of this life.