As i hold this metal cold blade. I realize there are cuts to be made.
I hate feeling this way.. I just wanna cut. Then drown myself in the bay.
The water is my suicide where i can hide.. where no one can touch me. No one to boss me around. I just wanna sit in the cool water as my blood surrounds me.
My parents won't care, my friends might... but this is what has to be done tonight
