A torn piece of paper
Is like my cut wrist

Theses scars are here to remind me of a battle that I have won...

Trickle, trickle,
Blood drips down my arms.
Now I'm waiting to hear,
The amublance alarms.

I hate when people ask if I'm okay,

It's just another reminder that I'm not.

One tear, Two tears, Three tears, Four.
I dont think I can take this any more.
Five tears, Six tears, Seven Tears, Eight.
Now you'll help me? Well you're too late.

In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness, inside you
Can make you feel so small

Think Not Of Tomorrow
Think Not Of Tomorrow
Its Bound To Be Worst Than Today.

Sex is when a guys communication
enters a girls information
to increase the population
for a younger generation
do u get the information

...or do u need a demonstration?

Look up for inspiration,
down for concentration
but don’t look side to side for information

I'm not crazy, just insane.