I have alot of pain and agony inside,
and to ignore it all I have tried.
I cry every night,
I try and I try, but I cant fight this fight.
I lay on my bed, my head feeling light as a feather,
and I think about when my parents were together.
When I think about the good times I had,
it makes me really upset and mad.
And I decide to pull out my blade and slit away,
I do it until I start to bleed, so matter what people say.
I have alot of drama in my life,
but atleast I have my best friends and my knife. |
