My tears fall down one by one
Down my pale face
Falling completely free
Wanting to only leave this place
For the past two years
I've been thinking about suicide
Wondering about the will it takes
To try and end all my pain inside
My tears fall down one by one
Not even making a sound
Staring at my bleeding cuts
While my blood seeps to the lonely ground
I need it to rid myself of pain
Yet scars are the only thing that i gain
With the blood on the carpet starting to stain
As the scars are the only thing to remain
My tears fall down one by one
As people who don't know me label me insane
Because I've been cutting myself
For almost 7 weeks to rid myself of pain
Yet how can they label me
When they don't know what I'm about
To yell and scream your opinions
About my easy way out
My tears fall down one by one
Yet my way out is to make my pain finally go away
But not cutting myself makes me angry at everyone
Which makes me not want to stay
But i know i can't kill myself
And that i shouldn't even think about suicide
Being a "cutter" has now become my identity
Since the day i cut my wrists and cried...
