Friends can stab you,
In the back,
They can give you many problems,
In a stack.
They can be helpful,
Or just a pain,
Sometimes I wish,
I had some Novocaine.
So I could numb my arm,
And make it bleed,
Sometimes I know,
That`s what I need.
It`s painful enough,
Going through my life,
Living day by day,
By the knife.
I have problems,
So high,
I`m suffocating,
I wish I could die.
Life is tough,
For me and for you,
If only my pain,
You knew.
For you this is easy,
For me this is hard,
I usually feel,
As if I`m barred.
Barred in a jail cell,
Living my life,
Dying from urges,
For the knife.
I can stop,
To myself, I swear,
I wish i could tell someone,
Get it out of my hair.
Everyone will listen,
But only one understands,
But they`re too far away,
To lend me a hand.
People need to stop,
Causing me pain,
Because, i know, one day,
I`ll hit my vein.
I`ll bleed to death,
With my diary still open,
You will all read it,
And you`ll be hoping.
I`m still alive,
No need to worry,
I`ll be there for you,
I`ll be there in a hurry.
