Another slice across my wrist,
im weak now,
weak and pissed,
the blood slowly begins to flow,
im tired now,
does it show,
you broke my heart,
stole it too,
so many i hated,
and loved so few,
why do i,
sit at home and cry,
when really i want to die,
three more slices,
lets keep going,
i hate you now,
is it showing?
frick you,
i dont care,
im sick and tired,
no longer will i spare,
spare this broken,
fragile life,
no longer will they fight,
ill end it now. *slice*
