no one cares how I truly feel
my scars have yet to heal
I use anything even a tin
to slice my skin
the blood gushing out
as I try not to shout
I make a fist
as I mark lines on my wrist
getting deeper each time
it isnt a crime
to want to die
to get away from this lie
this is my life
so I go and grab the knife
as I feel the blade get deeper
I feel the floor getting steeper
my eyes flashing
as I carry on slashing
I look at my arm n all I see is blood
I would stop if I could
when we speak
my eyes start to leak
I dont know why
but I just start to cry
but it gives me a rush
it stops my heart from beginig to crush
one day I will say goodbye
when I get the guts to die