Cut, cut, cut
I can't stop
cut, cut, cut
It won't stop
cut, cut, cut
I'll die soon, don't worry

Bleeding, for comfort
calling, for someone
I'll be depressed and lonely forever

My arm is slashed
my wrists bloodstained
my heart is torn
and thats all that remains

When will I stop bleeding?
I can't stop myself?
when will I stop bleeding?
I suppose when I find someone else

Its a mission to find comfort
its a misson to find love
And when you can't find anything
you end up cutting, you end up dying inside, you end up writing these poems you hide

I'm just a ghost everywhere I go
And when I leave no one will ever know

CUT
CRY
SCREAM
FOREVER

My body lies before your eyes...DEAD
(from upcoming poem "As My Body Lies Dead"

Everytime I try and piece my heart back together it ends up torn apart again and it never ends :(

"Be yourself is all that you can do"
but I hate myself and I want to do more to change that, but I can't, I'm just left with no answers, I'm left bleeding