slice my wrist
Slice my wrist.
Wait for the blood to flow.
Sit around thinking.
What ever made me this way?
Why do i need to slice
apart my life just to feel?
But the reasons are becoming clear.
With the blood draining
from my body i see whats wrong......
im hurt and scared.
unwilling to talk.
you wont listen
as it is.
wont understand. your my hero and
im sorry i hurt you
i never intended to.
