Thinking about what I promised you,
thinking about what you said,
leaning against this cold hard wall,
sitting on my bed.
I'm asking you to let me do this,
just this one last time, please,
I don't know why I need it,
but I'm begging on my knees.
Looking at my wrists tonight,
the pain just shines right though,
I'm sorry I've disappointed you,
I just didn't know what else to do.
This illness is really hurting me,
it's tearing me apart,
i need to know how to fix things,
i need to go back to the start.
Creating these scars seems easier,
then finding help for me,
i know things can get better
i just need you to help me see.
I know it's okay to smile today,
i know it's okay to cry,
i hope you never leave me,
I'll never be able to say goodbye.
If you help me though this,
things will be okay,
things will start to get better,
the scars will fade away.
Please comment, I'd love to know what you think..
thanks.
