I cut my wrists, It feels so good,
I stand there alone not understood.
The pain is to deep,
I can feel my heart beat.
The bleeding will not cease.
I lay there in a heap, The for the pain is to deep.
Don't let me near any sharp things,
For I can and will use them to cut my self and sin.
I cry at night,
You ask what's wrong I say
"nothing"
and just keep walking a long.
You role your eyes in disbelief,
As I walk past with a silent tear,
Rolling down my cheek.
I never meant to hurt my self,
but it always ends up that way.
I have to stop cutting my self,or I will end up dead some
day.
2006-07-29
11:20:01
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