Sitting in my room,
trembling with the knife,
my osuls crying out for help
I don\'t know what i\'m doing,
i dont 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
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 kife and make a cut,
crying from all the pain
the pain that you\'ve caused me is nothing compared to the pain from this, as i see the blood running down,
i want to pretend it never happened, satisfied that i\'m out of pain.
Nights pass and the voices come again, the tell me that im nothing and worthless and no good,
i go to sleep and i\'m tossing and turning, i don\'t know what im doing, tears streaming down my cheeks as i hear you screaming,
I\'m wondernig how you\'d feel if you woke and found me dead, if you woke and found me on my bed covered in blood, all the pain that i\'ve shed, i dont want to hurt you but i want to release the pain, but i don\'t want to hurt you, i don\'t know what to do!
Every single night, my soul cries out for help, nobody hears me, nobdy responds, someone just come help me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
