Everything is screwed up,
People I care about,
Don’t care about me!
People I thought loved me, don’t!
They don’t give a shit!
I hold the knife in my hand…
I’m there for them,
When they need me.
But when I need them,
They turn their back on me…
Knowing they don’t care…Hurts.
I feel the cutting edge on my wrist,
Its cold surface pressing against my skin…
I love them, I care for them,
But they don’t care…
It’s killing me, hurting on the inside.
All I hear; pounding in my head is; Why?
I close my eyes,
Ready to welcome the pain,
Ready to forget everything…
I am lost in the darkness,
Surrounding my life.
I want to get out, break free!
Will I ever?
I press down,
The blade drags across my skin,
Again, and again…
I feel nothing, I forget the pain,
A am…Nothing…