You dont understand when i pull out my friends and cut into my flesh
that it is because of how everyone thinks of me
im the youngest and always am the one who causes everything
according to you
i was a accident not meant to be born
how i wish that were true and i was never born
that i could just be away from all of this
if only you knew the thoughts going through my head when i push down and pull
the blood is the only way i know to show you
but you dont pay attention
you dont care bout me
so why dont i just kill myself and make you and i happy for once
