Sometimes I pray to God, and hope that he takes me away.
Sometimes when I cry, I ask him why things wound up this way.
I cut to numb the pain, and stop the tears from falling like rain.
Sometimes I sit and stare out my window waiting for the sun to come up.
Sometimes when I cry, all I want to do is die, because then there would be no more pain.
Sometimes I cry so much I can't believe anything else, like that's all I know.
My tears fall down like rain, flooding my pillow and my face.
When I want to cut, I think about the knife, holding it there and ending my life.
When I want to cut, I think about the simple things like...
Why I'm here?
and what's the reason?
I get this feeling deep down inside, like it's running around and trying to hide.
I want someone to hold my hand, to take a look, then maybe they'll understand...
I'm running away trying to breath. I'm gasping for air, looking for the surface, suffocating, and I feel so nervous, trapped and I'm scared that soon I wont have any control...someone has my life and now it's on a roll...
When I think about you... I know that we will never have a life... I see you with her and I want to cry... then I think about the knife, I don't need it and wont use it. Because I think of you...
I don't think I could ever tell you, and I don't know if I could ever begin to try... But thinking about you makes me almost happy with my life... I don't know how and I dont know why, but for some odd reason your beauty makes me want to cry...
I want to tell you, but I can't, because compared to you, I'm just an ant...
I have friends and there great.. and right now you guys are at an equal rate... you have a grilfriend and that's cool..but she should know that she's lucky, because getting guy's like you can't even be compared to money...
