My friend worries about me
taking all my sharp things away
watching me always finding away
i wish i had the gusts to say
thank you but i dont
i wish in secret that she will turn away
and forget my razor blade one day
but she worries about my suicide
that i will kill me one day
and other times i wish to scream
'take it all away. make my pain decease
maybe i am insane
but my friend will stay by me
through my bloody razors
i wish only to say thank you
for being there through my blood filled days
