I b|eed..

I bleed alone and in the dark every night that i make another cut.

I bleed to know that someone out there cares, no-one does yet...

I bleed because he doesnt love me
and he probably never will.

I bleed knowing that they all talk about what im doing to myself..even though its a secret.

I bleed hoping that someone will save me before its too late.

I bleed thinking about what you will say when you find out whats happenned to me..

I bled to death that night, because of everything that they did...all of them played a part in my bleeding