As the anger flows thru my body,
I can do nothing but hate,
Hate the world,
Hate myself.
As I reach for the blade,
My mind trys to stop me,
But the dark cloud of pain takes over.
And as the blood flows down my arm,
I feel the pain flout out of my body.
Cutting deeper and deeper,
I let everything go.
As the cuts turn to scars,
I feel even more depression,
When will it stop??
