my friends think im suicidal
they don't get it...

The blade that I once longed for
was right in from of my face...

You see me this morning
and think to yourself why theres scars on my wrist...

I don't have anybody to talk to,
I don't have anybody to confide in...

One day you woke up
knowing today was the day...

She took the knife
and held it to her heart...

I will draw you a picture
Of all my inner pain...

Blood-painted walls
stained with lies...

Little Suzy was only 12
she had not one friend...

Burning pains in my arms,
Stops the burning tears...

May I borrow your blade please?
May I cut and fall on my knees...

too tired to live...