No more bloody scars

I'm giving it up
throwing the razor away
don't get so happy though
because it doesn't mean i wanna stay

i have picked something else
to get rid of my depression
no more slits in my skin
I'm getting rid of that obsession

everyone tells me i needed help
so i quit, took it out of my "To-do" list
but what i chose i don't think you like
because when i talk to you, your really Pist, right

i fell into the drugs
even though i swore i wouldn't
it helps me not to worry
like you tell me i shouldn't

i am sorry that i am gonna wreck my life
i no you say your Caring
but its hard to be believing, because people are lien
and all you have been doing is standing at the side line staring

so i guess if you leave me
and you just give up, walk away
i wont blame you for anything
because i guess I'm making it hard for you to stay

everyone else has left me
or hurt me in some way
so ill just pack up and leave
and make it easier on you to look away

i guess ill make knew friends
probably not ones that care
but I'm over it, and ready to leave
because I'm sick of god not willing to hear

i have lost my soul
and my heart has turned black
my life is not even worth living through
i cant even manage to jump over any more cracks

maybe one day i will make it
maybe find a friend
maybe to help me through
everything until the very end

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Yes this is true...and im sorry to a lot of people...but i have been through so much shittyness i just need something...and so i've picked this...I've