You wish you would have the courage
to end your rage and grabe the blade
you wish you had the courage
to make yourself bleed and set at ease
to find a way out
to not fuss our pout
your not thinking and you have no care nore doubt
you think thats fare not to dare to think or care
its not a serious thing you say you Find the courage and grab the blade
your heart races
you skid the blade accrost your skin
You can feel your heart beat faster and faster by the second
you cant bleed but you feel the need
you want to cry
and you think to your self"I want to die"
then you think
Its suicide
But you dont have the courage
You try to find the answer
You purpose of life
You roll the dice
And pay the price
Your mom walks in but doesnt catch you
the adrenalin rushes through your body you press harder as the blade slides across your skin
You bleed
you see the beady dots of blood
It bubbles
You lay down on your bed with relife
All your pressures and anxiety have left your world FoR NOW
The next day you get alot of homework
wyour best friend got into a fight
your boyfriend broke up wih you
your day was a reck
So you run into your room and grab your blade
you mark our spot and start to cut
you become ashamed of your self and start to cry
your mom walks in and catches you
you try to hide the blade but its too late she cought you
your ashamed of yourself you tell her your sorry
she askes you why?
she taught you better
your boyfriend hates you
your best friend is pissed with you
you say it would be better if i werent alive
so your mom gets you help
your life has been great
noone is mad at you
your life is awsome
you tell the councler u wont do it again but they make u keep a journal
they think your all better but little do they know everytime u get pissed u run the blade accrosed your wrist
