Tonight you made me want to die.
I'm sick, I want to cry.
I don't know where I belong.
Home is just that place I sleep at
I lay there broken inside.
Tonight I have cuts on my brain,
Deep thoughts of suicide.
The things you say you can't undo.
I want to scream!
I've come undone.
I've fallen to pieces,
I'll never be whole again!
I feel like walking around with my hands in the air.
I freak out on nights like this!
You think I make things bigger than they really are,
But when you say those ugly things
I get cuts on my brain.
I wait until I'm all alone then cuts just aren't on my brain,
They're on my arms, legs and anywhere else you can think of.
You say I do these things for attention,
But why would someone cut and cover it for attention?
No one knows all my little secrets
That I keep hidden.
My head is spinning.
My cuts are bleeding.
I cut myself in a pretty bad way.
