I always used to think,
life had absolutely no meaning
i thought life really stinks
id go i my room, and just feel like screaming
that blade would look so inviting,
as i sat there and wanted to cut
but instead i thought of writing
i also thought i really sucked
but after a while of just writing,
the pain got bad inside
the blade again was inviting
but this time i couldn't hide
i picked it up and cut
deeply the words into me
i thought that to get a guy, you needed to be a sl*t
but the blade set my pain inside free
when i put that blade in, relief it brought
my friends seem like the best ever
i was a bad friend, is what i thought
the pain wouldn't go away never
finally the pain, it got so bad
i decided its not worth it
and i just got so sad, so mad
i took the blade, and I slit my wrist
i thought i wanted so badly to die
i wrote to my family, my teacher and my friends
i told them, it wasn't their fault, not to cry
and that i was just ready for the end
maybe i spoke way too soon, i started to think that
once that blood started from my wrist to flow
maybe I'm not ugly, or a bad person, or fat
maybe i should listen to people who know
I'm ready for a second chance at life, i had said to God
hoping he was willing to give
the deep cut in my wrist started to clog
i was ready and willing to live
the pain inside me, is still there
but i learn to cope with the sadness
i learned my friends really do care
and now i don't cut, its madness
thanks for reading this, its a true story, know its not great, but I\\\'d appreciate it if u gave advice to make it better!!!!!!!!
