"Time to do it again" says the voice in my head, so i open my draw pull out that little box and uncover the blade, my artwork collection is getting bigger by the day, with red streaming through all of my pretty pictures hidden on my wrists...
Im sorry that this makes you cry, but it is just too bad that i want to die...
I've told you once and i will tell you again, i dont want help, even though i need it and you want me to get some.
They told me to snap out of it and move on, that i didnt have real problems and that others did, well guess what i do have real problems, problems you will never understand.
That doctor gave me the pills, the ones that were going to "make me happy again" but they never work...its just another problem on my list...
