*I have no real purpose
*I'm just there to take up space
*Just a worthless human being
*With tears streaming down my face

If only you could see,
How perfect we could be.

Sticks and Stones are hard on bones, aimed with angry art.
Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart!

All alone, she starts quietly weeping,
She watches as the puddle of crimson starts seeping.
A bloody tattered mess is whats left of her arm,
All because of her addiction to self harm.

To know the pain everyone feels,
Would be impossible In what is real.

.·*¨)-i CuT tO bLeEd, i CuT tO FeEl, i CuT tO KnOw ThAt i Am rEaL, I cUt tO SuRvIvE, I CuT To StAy aLiVe, SoMeOnE pLeAsE UnDeRsTaNd tHaT iTs NoT SuIcIdE..(¨*·.

I'm awesome! I'm happy! Life is just so great!
Life's perfect! It's fun! And it's not up for debate!
I'm excited! Ecstatic! You'll never see me cry!
I love you! I care! That's why it's so easy to lie....

Alone I stand,
Alone I fall.
Alone I win,
Then lose it all...

Alone I cut,
Alone I cry.
Alone I live,
Alone I die.

She screams a desperate cry for help,
But no one hears.
She needs someone to be there,
But no one wipes away her tears..

She looks at the blade and says,
Just one more and Ill stop...
The next day it looks so tempting,
Just one more she thinks...
The day after that she went too far,
Just one more, was one more to much...