Ill write out my life
just like a book
ill open it up
and give you a quick look
of pain, and regret
a few broken hearts
and the sad part is
thats only the start
hurt, and rape
of being convinced
suicide is my only escape
of me, my wrist, a razor blade
it helps me think
that all my pain seems to fade
broken friendships and broken dreams
but there are those true friends
that are there when nothings what it seems
a wonderfully caring boyfriend
and a lasting love
that will never ever end
