Not everything can go the same.
Not everything is going to be ok.
This hasn't been the worst you can
Ever get but it is still just so bad in
My case.
All I had was 7 cuts to just make me
Happy. Because without it, I will be
Miserable. I couldn't stand it, I just felt
Like nothing else mattered but how I
Felt. Nothing could stop me, because
Of how I felt. I just knew I should be
Dead but I felt so happy with just 7
Instead of 8.
It was just 1 cut to try, 2 to make me
Happy, 3 for all the pain, 4 for every
Person that made fun of me, 5 for
Every guy that cut me, 6 for my mother
And her careless needs and finally
7 for my dad and all the yelling at me.
My life has been hard for me, even though
I handled everything. I never let anyone
See me cry, I will be to ashamed to let
Just anyone see me cry. I promised myself
7 cuts will just make me happy but 8 will
Make me overjoyed.
8 will be my last and final cut, the cut that
Will end my life and free me from everything
In my path. But as I lie here just being happy
I can't help but think my life just all a big lie.
So then I turn with such a grin, to pick up the
Razor blade. Now I have the final cut. The cut
To end just about everything in my life. This
Will be the last and final cut. Well here I go
Writing to the world my final good-bye.
