Sitting in my room
trembling with the knife
my souls crying out for help
i don't know what I'm doing
i don't know what I'm hearing
these voices telling me to do it,
because I'm worth nothing
i only remember bad memories
of when you'd yell at me
or of when you'd all get mad at me
for no reason at all
I'd remember all the pain you've caused
and remember what you said
that i was useless
and good for nothing
those words cut me deep
i pick up the knife and make a cut
crying painful tears
the tears that you have made me cry
is nothing compared to this
as i see the blood running down,
i want to pretend it never happened
satisfied I'm out of pain
nights pass and the voices come again
they tell me that I'm nothing
and worthless and no good
i go to sleep and I'm tossing and turning
i don't know that I'm doing,
tears streaming down my cheeks
as i hear you screaming
I'm wondering how you'd feel
if you woke and found me dead,
if you woke and found me lying on my bed, covered in blood,
all the pain that I've shed
i want to release the pain,
but i don't want you to hurt,
i don't know what to do
every single night,
my soul cries out for help
nobody hears me
no one responds
someone please help me!
