I use to hate
I use to cut...
Tears of happiness or
Tears of joy...
Who is she
What's her name...
It's so easy to say that I don't miss you,
But of course my heart won't say the same...
Can't you see
That cutting makes me happy...
I tried killing myself and i was not strong enough...
Then the thoughts went away...
I tried it
i liked it...
I feel like cutting
I want to die...
Sitting in my room late at night trying to...
Biting my nails in fear
for although he's not...
I remember sitting in my room
crying night after night...
Words i use to explain,
Sure i have cut...
Thick blood
thin tears...
I cut a Little deeper every time
the scars will always be mine...
Beneath the water where I lay, my body cramped in...
Im too fucked to stay, I hope thats ok...
"Jesus loves you," they tell me
And I know it's true...
Blood and pain are a way of life
Her secret for staying alive...
She always knew what it was to feel the pain
She always knew that she would never stop...
Cradle your head in your hands
Just close your eyes and cry...
There is nothing to do now but die.Slit my wrists...
The stinging in my wrist
The blood running down my arms...
Watching The Blood Run Down My Arm
Cutting Deeply Into My Own Skin...
Sadness drowns out my concise
my need overpowers my want...
As I cut, nothing happens,
It feels good to release pain...
Slice it long, slice it thin
make it perfect, so you'll win...
Just a cut of the wrist with a rusty blade
just a shot to the head with a brand new gun...
Sitting on the bathroom tile
it's cold as usual...
Sleek silver blade
Across my wrist...
In a public toilet shes a mess
with eyes torn up...