How can I explain things to you?
When you never felt blade on your wrist
How can you tell me to write down?
When I have four or six books full hatred and death
How can you tell that you know what I'm going through?
When you never the pressure the world
How can you judge me?
When you felt the blood down your are
How can you say this wrong?
When it is a sight of relief for me
How can you tell me stop?
When you never listen to me in first place
Why should I even stop?
When there is no hope for living
And all I see is Death
Don't judge me about what I do because you don't have a clue.
