You see the scars,
You see the new cuts...

Sunglasses to cover up the black eyes,
long sleves to cover up the cuts and scars...

Right now,
My heart is breaking...

Im sick of being the nobody,
Im sick of being the odd one out...

Why cant i be the one you run to?
Why do i care so deeply for you...

Is this a death wish?
Or an actual suicide note...

One second,
Your here...

All these times,
i spilled my my blood for you...

Sometimes life gives you certian things,
you dont know how to deal with...

Im sitting here alone and broken,
waiting for someone to help me...

This poem is for all those cutters whose friends...
this is for all those cutters who really have the...

Sometimes you meet a person,
that you will never forget...