I grasp the blade
pull it closer to my wrist
this is the only way
my fingers clench tightly in a fist
I know it hurts
but its the only way
i can't keep living
not even one more day
I'm not like all the others
i don't fit in
they call me weird
and treat me like the bin
it's time to do it
it's now or never
time to quit
life is but a game
it's now game over, i lost
i touch the blade to my skin
the blade is cold like frost
i draw it across my arm
feeling pain come over me
suddenly i see no longer everything is black
i wake up in hospital
My mother crys
i feel guilt rush over me
i can't die i can't leave my mom like this
I've got to keep on living
no more cuts
no more drugs and alcohol
i will be good now
just to make my mom happy
but What about me?
am i happy?
