Each slit down her wrists
tells a story of her abuse
dads whacked out on drugs
while her mom lays peacefully in her grave
shes not strong enough to stop the urge
her razorblades getting dull
her prescriptions are running low
after abusing them again and again
she kills herself a little more each day
nobody takes the time to stop her
she spends class time in the bathroom stalls
slicing her wrists until she cant take it anymore
blood dripping down onto her shoes
she just wants to disapear
she\'ll pull down her sleeves hiding her bloody art
they all see through her bloodshot eyes
she just wants to scream
she hopes its all just a dream
she wants to be SAVED
