It hurts to no that everyone hates you.

If you wanted to kill your self you would be dead allready.

My friend asked me Morgan what dies cuttig do for you and i said it keeps me from killing myself.

if you jsut read that it doesnt make senes but read it over adnd over again ull get it.

U doent no how much u hert me. untill u look at the scars on my rist.

Iam scared iam scared to tell u how i feel. iam scared to looki at u, iam scared to talk to you, iam scared of u not likeing me but mostly iam scared that you wont care about me.

Till this day i hide the cuts underneath my long sleeves, i hide the frown underneath my smile, i hide the tears underneath my eyes.

What hurts the most was being so close, and having so much to say and wacthing u walk away.

Waiting for you is like waiting for a glacir to pastt, pointless, and never gona happen.

Its time iam ready, iam ready to tell her whats really ben going on, its time to telll her what ive really ben doing, its time to tell her whats ubnder my sleeves iam ready iam ready! if iam ready why do i continue to do it??

I site there with blood dripping down my rist, screaming asking god to take this pain away.