WHY

My Hands Start To Sweet
As The Razor Blade Slips
I Fall To The Floor
As my Wrist Rips

Then Comes The Blood
Gushing Out Of My Arm
Ive Never Seen So Much
I Hope It Does No Harm

I Hope I Can Still Hide
The Cuts And The Scar
That Were Left Behind
The Night I Went Too Far

The Question Slipped My Mind
Why Do I Try
Why Am I Here
What Ask Why

As The Slit Gets Deeper
The Pain Goes Away
I start To Feel Lightened
And I Dont Know What To Say

Maybe Thats Why
Why I Am Writing This Letter
To Make You Understand
A Little Bit Better

Im Sorry But I Had To
I Needed To Leave This Place
You Should Have Taken It Seriously
When You Saw That Look On My Face