I look at these scars on my legs
And it makes me want to make more
It helps me realize
That life isn't worth living for
So as I stare at the razor
That I'm holding in my hand
You tell me I would never dare
But I will and I can
I threatened to kill myself
But you did not believe me
So ill show you what I'm made of
You just wait and see
As I carve a crooked line
Deep into my wrist
I make sure it scars for life
With a little twist
As it starts rushing out
Way more blood then I thought
I think of how much trouble I'd be in
If I ever got caught
Then I think this isn't right
I'm not suppose to bleeding this much
The I say next time ill dull the razor
So its not sharp to the touch
then I start shaking
Maybe this time it was way to deep
And soon after that
My consciousness I could not keep
I never woke up
And please don't blame yourself
My cuts weren't for attention
They were a cry for help...
