I don't do it for attention
nor do i do it for affection
as the blood drip thick and red
how much i wish i were dead
i wish this could be the end
this blade is my only true friend
every cut keeps getting deeper
and my strength keeps getting weaker
Now again i lock the door
as i crumble to the floor
while my wrists lie their aching
i wonder why they all hate me
my eyes no longer jade
soon i start to fade
why do they call me worthless
after all my caring and politeness
when i lay here in the dark
working on my next piece of art
the blade so cool and slick
as i make another slit
now I'm crying thousand tears
wishing away all my fears
betrayed by everyone around me
no wonder I'm so unhappy
this last and final cut
i let out a loud grunt
my eyes go blank with fear
knowing the end is final here
i just lie there for a while
then finally show a smile
i feel numb
I wrote it a long time ago..I'm not like this anymore.
