Maybe I'm better off alone
Maybe where population isn't so grown.
So I don't hurt other people, with all my scars
So people don't look at me like I'm from mars.
I cut myself, not to deep
Most of the time, when I do this I weep.
Hoping the pain will go away
But now All I can do is pray.
Is there even a god that can guide me through the mist?
But, it's so hard, I can end it all with one slit of the wrist.
It will only hurt for a second, or two
The blood the drips to the floor, shows the me that's true.
I'll sprout wings, and soar through the air
Something's are unjust, they just aren't fair.
Is there a me that isn't so confused and sad?
Is there a me, that can let loose, and won't be mad?
I don't know, only the one can tell, one that can love me for who I am? and see past all my cuts and scrapes?
I don't know, and never will because now, I must go, end this life, and shut the life drapes.
