A few years ago
When pain was quite rare...
It's funny to think that my whole life
suddenly revolves completely around a knife...
Blood drips down my arm
I did this all for you...
Make it stop! Won’t it go away?
Tell it I have had enough I do not wish to play...
Your guardian angel
By your side in all that you do...
Please will you just leave her
eating her away, shes breaking...
The scars are growing upon my wrists,
Soon I shall be just another name on the suicide...
No-one seems to know my pain,
Or what I have to go through...
It's getting so hard to breathe,
I can't take it anymore...
I'm sitting in my room. Just looking at the wall...
I'm woken in the middle of the night
the bomb blasts woke me again...
Would you cry?
Would you even care...