Cutted

I look down
i see a knife in my hand
its shiny red
i see my other arm
the wrist is filled
filled with scars, blood and cuts
i don't want it anymore
but somehow i keep doing it
it makes me feel worthless
actually i am
everyone says I'm not
but i know better
i know what i am
the blood on my arm
drips down on the floor
and on the floor
it's red
red of my blood
that drips down my arm, my knife
people don't see it
they think i shout for attention
but I'm not
i want to get rid of my life
it's worthless
I'm useless
i won't deny it
because it's true
and don't say it's not
i know better
i am worthless
i am useless

the blood on my arm
keeps coming from my cuts
i can't move my fingers well
they are useless
like i am
the knife drops out of my hand
and i fall on the floor
with my face in my blood
i faint and i faint
until i get unconscious
and eventually die

don't say you feel sorry
because you're not
i know
no one ever cared about me
just this one girl
the girl i lived for
but now I'm gone
dead, six feet under
but now i can be with her
forever...