Just another statistic

I sit here thinking
ill be forgotten when i die
they say they love me
but thats a lie

they really don't care
they couldn't care less
if u are put together
or a complete mess

i just wanna
slice my wrist
my it deep
with more than a twist

make it 8
maybe 9 or 10
take it and
do it over and over again

i wanna take my sharp friend
by shiny knife
cut too deep
and end my life

wanna drag it across
feel the sensation
wish i could do it
without hesitation

i feel like for me no one cares
and that when they say they love me they lie
they would all just rather
me to die

they don't want
another day for me to live
they say u will always fail
no matter what u give

so i sit here
saying Amanda be realistic
when u die u know
u are just another statistic

so maybe suicide is the answer
they don't care at least not for me
so i now know when i commit suicide
another statistic is all ill be

my name will be forgotten
at the end of my life
no one will even care
that i cut with a knife

so seriously i know now
that i am just one girl
in a place where i don't matter
just another statistic to the world