Broken hearted, all filled with pain.
there is to much to keep inside,
no one to blame it on but the rain.
lost in my room i must hide,
my face looking so mundane.
I look down at my wrists...
remembering my past and what you\'ve done...
your words that cut me..
i take my knife, to have a contest..
you always win....
my once soft pale wrist, now bleeding and beaten...
i look in the mirror to see what Ive done.
my past scars still remain...
but all i can make out is your name...
your name spelled across my wrist,
so when you feel alone,
when you feel like no one cares about you,
you can look down at my wrist and remember....
I DO...
