I sit here every night
i cut my wrists
until they are numb
please tell me why
people have a worse life than me
so why am i so selfish
as to scar myself
complaining that things never go my way
trying to avoid the truth!
people may have it worse than me
but you really can't compare
the differences between one life
to another
because that just isn't fair!
i know it makes me selfish
but right now i just don't care
so emotions bottled up
i just wanna cut my wrists bare
isn't it weird how this is me
I'm trying to kill myself
and doing it just makes me feel so alive
but people don't understand
I don't actually wanna die
just wanna focus the inside pain
when you look at me and call me names
thats another scar belonging to my wrist
when you bash me up, embarrass me
thats another scar i will put upon my wrist
when you rape me you stupid WAN KER
thats a life time of scars i will make
and i will make them all my life
why do i not remember
how it felt to be happy
every time i laugh out loud
it pains my crying inside!
i wish i could be back to me
back to who i was before
I'm going insane maybe crazy
all because you got lonely
just wanna die
no if buts or maybes
wanna escape this cruel world
I've got a few ideas
i cut my wrist so deep down, i will die from loss of blood
or hang myself from a beautiful tree, dieing from loss of neck!
or i could simply shoot myself,
with my daddy's handy shotgun
tonight i cut myself to sleep
sleeping in my crimson covered bed
never to be woken up
ever again
don't cry for me yet
I'm fading fast
in the blood red crimson river
that i made myself create!
(C) Lucy Green
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