As I look at the slits on my wrist
I cry and always wonder why,but that's
when i realize no one cares,I'm not dead yet,
So then why don't I feel alive?I have so many tears to let out,so many lies to be reviled.
Every night that I sit here cutting my wrist
realizing why am i not dead yet?
Why do i live with so much fear of every one i hear that say they hate me they look at me weird I look away and keep on walking,realizing I'm not dead yet!
