Cutting

Watching The Blood Run Down My Arm
Cutting Deeply Into My Own Skin

Watching The Stream Flow Down Slow
As I Cut Deeper

Warm And Red Like Chrimsom Tears
Cutting Deeper, Longer, Slower

Cutting More And More Each Day
Cutting Away At My Fear And Pain

The Stress And Anger You've Thrown Upon Me
Using That As Motivation For My Cutting

My Anger And Hate You've Given To Me
From The Love That Once Used To Be

Watching The Blood As It Hits The Floor
Cutting Deeper Knowning I Locked The Door

Nobody Can Find Me
Nobody Can Hear

Listening Dearly
To My Screaming

Run To Me
Save My Life

If Only You Cared
I Wouldn't Have Tried

Covered In Blood
From My Cutting

I Can't Open The Door
My Hands Too Wet

I Lay There On The Floor
As The Bloods Runs Under The Door

Dying Slowly
Because Of My Fear
Because Of My Pain
Because Of My Blood That's Pouring Out Like Rain