I stare at the scissors lying on the shelf
No one is home,well..no one but myself
I pick the scissors up and drag the blade across my palm
watching blood drops grow from the cut but still remaining calm
I put the scissors down and pick up a pen
before writing in my diary,i look at the scissors again
I try to distract myself,so i read the letter he sent
I have a title for my entry now\'This is how my day went\'
I smear the blood from my hand onto the page
Im kinda getting pissed off at this stage
I pick the scissors up again and make a cut on my wrist
and use my blood to write at the bottom of the diary entry \'F!?! this\'
I shove the scissors into my throat and fall onto the floor
This is the last time i bleed and you cant hurt me anymore
