Send me away
You say I dont obey
You say Iv changed for the worst
but if I was an angel I would burst
I wish I was burried in the ground
I hate to be around
I have to say
pople make me fell that way
I cut for a reason
all threw the season
I almost ended it all
one night, one knife, one wrist
the knife was grabbed from me
in an instint I missed
Pain, Anger, Stress
is what I fell
nothing seems to make it heal
why should I live in this nightmare
noone would ever stare
or point and say there
look at her wrist
it's cut into bits
