All i hear is screaming,
Screaming right at me.
Saying how i need to be perfect,
How i have to do what they say.
And i never get my own way.
She slams the door shut,
And stomps down the hall.
I hear the car start,
Its gone in a flash.
I scream at the top of my lungs,
Screaming for someone to help me.
I cant take it anymore,
I dig through my backpack.
I find the razors,
I dig it into my arm.
As the blood drips down my arm,
I feel a flash of relief.
I lay in my bed,
Soaking my sleeves with blood.
And i drift .....away...
away.....
away.....
