Tonight I hide, cause I tried to die.
Slits on my wrists and I start to cry.
As I look down I see the blood, I can't help but want to
Die for people will stair and then they will ask why?
Why I'd do such a horrible thing?
The truth is I can't explain cause I have no clue?
Why or over who, but it's just what I do.
To help with the pain and my problems though I know it don't help.
It some how eases the pain and helps me get thought.
Though I know one day it will pose a problem,
I know it's true how can I stop when I'm so unglued!!!
All I do is cry and I don't want to be alive, so why wont I just slit my wrists and let myself die?
You think it's your fault that I do this so one day you try it your self you say it was so horrible, that you cried the whole time.
Then you wanted to hide and then you ask why?
Why did we do this? And why do we have to cry? Why do we plain out just want to die?
And we both start to cry....
