Bite my nails down to the quicks
clench my fists with the tightest grip...
Why live life when I have nothing to live for?
Why live when I don't believe anything anymore...
I hold my knife against my skin,
Quivering I begin to stick it in...
The pain stays with me,
And days go by slow...
With the sins I have committed,
I must now confess...
When i walk in
You all stop talking...
I am the girl with the messed up life
i am the girl who takes comfort from a knife...
I'm on the verge of braking down
im trying my best to smile...
They look but no-one sees me
My tears, my anguish and grief...
As i stand upon deaths ridge
which way will i chose to fall...
I'm sorry...
for all the wrong things I didn't say right...
I feel so unwanted
Why am I here...