I wish it would all come to an end, I sometimes feel like the razor is my only friend. 1 cut, 2 cuts, 3 cuts 4 .. can u see the blood? can you hear the drips as they hit the floor? Maybe if I cut my wrist.. will I feel like I still exist? maybe with one guess I can slowly regress . sometimes I want to go away.. so please don’t ask me to stay.
so let me pretend to be,
that girl that isint me.
faking a smile everyday,
hoping that this pain will soon go away.
sleepless nights crying,
wondering why im still trying,
dont ask why,
but  this is the only way I have control inside.
I said I wouldn’t break the promise that soon,
you must excuse me I must go to my cutting room,
so I guess this is my final good bye,
promise me not to cry.