Knife to the skin
pulling back ever so slightly...

This is my story
of my suicide...

I look in the mirror
and what do i see...

I hate the way you look at me
And i hate the way u stare...

The biggest urge of all
feels like I'm gonna fall...

I hate the person
I have come to be...

Hurt myself on my arm
can't you see...

My on line stranger
I hardly know you...

There once was a girl
Who was hurt many ways...

My blood falls to the floor
drip by drip...

I have a friend
who will be with me till the end...

You say you want to know
Why I do this to myself...