Carve

Apart of me from being alone,
i sit and wait for the stone,
to carve my wrists on,
to carve it straight to the bone.

people ask me why,
and i reply try being me
when i do it i watch the blood,
i watch it flood.

people treat me like dirt.
and it hurts.
it burns.burns.buns,
like a ring of fire.

as it turns,
it still burns...
in my sleep,
i see a little girl cut and weep.

people in this society,
cant live there lives.with out people sticking there noses in.
what is matter of this solution.

we sit in the car go 200k's and watch the tar (BURN)