Cut again
My blood flow over my arm
Over my desk
And on the ground

My sister fount me on the ground
Past out
She called an ambulance
They brougt me to the hospital

Again the hospital
Again stitches
Again regret
Why didn’t I cut deeper

Now I’m home
My lovely home
I still hear my mom screeming at me
Now youre going to that institute!

If she put me there
I’ll be dead
And she knows it
But still she’s going to put me in there

Crying for help
No one’s hearing me
Not even my friend’s
They don’t wanne come

And they call them self my friends
I hate them
I hate everyone
And everything

Ok.. not dying