• I pull the blade
    it is the way i release the pain
    of my everyday
    the little things that torment me so
    i just want them all to go
    go away and stay where they lay
    for i can not deal with the hate
    and the anger that i feel
    i do not care how you feel
    for this is only real
    to me
    cant you see you don't mean anything
    you are not in my mind
    when i cry
    and it is sad you think you would be
    or that you mean that much to me
    i am doing this for me because i am all that matters
    no one in life but me
    you never cared anyway
    even thou i see you cry every day
    that you see a new scare on me
    and now that i have tried to die
    that die
    what does it matter to you anyway
    and as i sit in this tub
    watching all the blood
    running from my wrist
    i wish for one last kiss
    and realize why you don't want me to die
    because you love me
    and now it is to late to be
    for soon i wont be anything
    but your broken heart
    im sorry...