My Cut Up Wrists Of Blood

I think about it.
what if i do something tonight.
what if i sleep on it tonight.
what if i cut myself deep.
as i think about it.
i start to cry.
over and over.
and i think of you.
i can't stop crying.
I'm probably in love with you.
but i don't know it.
it's all sh.it.
it's bull I'm telling you.
i can't deal with it.
I'm taking as much pills as i can.
i think about my dream land.
i think of where I'll be.
I'll think of my own he.ll place.
making a trace.
of the trial out my own blood.
the lips on my face.
of the water and blood dripping down.
the tears fade away one more time.
making it as a crime.
the music is playing loud.
and i break down.
cry once more.
and i shut my door.
and i hide in my corner.
with my cut up wrists of blood.