Its not that you want to die,
but you want to bleed, and
you get to the point where
you don't kno what you want,
so you keep cutting and soon
enough the cut is deep enough
to take you

My chest aches,
my eyes start to strain
Weak but breathing,
I hate what I became
Cause friends pain,
I rather shoot myself
Then hurt anyone,
than make them feel what I felt

*The slice from the cold sharp metal is the only thing that brings me back to reality

*People Learn How To Solve Their Problems, And I Have To.. But Everyone Tries To Stop Me From Pushing The Blade Down To My Wrist. No One Understands How Good It Feels... To Just Let Go...

*Everytime i push down push that cool razor into my skin everytime i think of you
and what you put me through*

*Push me down, walk over me, its just another scar, my life is carved onto my body; my stomach, my wrists,my arms*

*ShE wAs SaD, bUt DiDn’T cRy. JuSt SlIt HeR wRiStS, aNd WrOtE "I tRiEd"

*I cry alone in my shame, because I am always the one to blame*

*I wake in the night, unable to sleep, the tears on my cheeks are still wet, i look in the mirror, and hate my reflection, i think of the past, and sob for all my mistakes, the next morning i wake, and wish i hadnt...*

*I'm crying out
and caving in
I feel the knife
across my skin
Feel the blood
dripping down
A silent scream
that makes no sound*