Just a little cut... to release my anger...
one, then two, deeper, and deeper...

Suicide,
if my secape...

In my sleep I cry,
I remember all the things...

I have long since remembered,
the nights it used to rain...

Dear Lord...

My silent screams,
cannot be heard...

**Found this somewhere, this is not...
(Note*: And now, I feel so tired.... and not just...

Broken hearts can be mended,
but there will always be a scar...

This blade that sits in my hand
serves no other purpose but one...