A part of me not wanting to die..

The tip of the blade pushes down her skin
crimson red blood dripping from her wrists
Weakening her innocent body
That's something she can't resist

She says her reason is substitution of pain
and feeling the numbness is her desired play
she often receives all the blame
saying her life is a shame

The person she loves took her heart
and slowly left her falling apart
he didn't care
he even said " your good.. we're fair."

Others think her life is all good
but they don't see that she's hell-glued
wishing to escape in her own world
finding a place where hell won't hurt

People often judge what she's doing
but they never had a clue of what she's feeling
there's something in her life that's missing
making her want to stop breathing

She's always finding someone to confide
to let out the pain she constantly hides
but she ends up meeting with her knife
that cuts away her f ucking life

It's hard to say that this girl is me
running away from the life i've lived
claiming to end my own life
but there's still a part of me not wanting to die...