The razor is the only friend ive ever known, and has always been there when i needed it, it makes everything better with just one cut

My eyes are closed with tears building up as i hold this razor and think how did i get like this

I wish i may, i wish i might just fall down and die tonight

Ask yourself, if you where in my shoes would you rather be dead or stuck in a world where no one wants to help?

Cant you see that ive been crying? cant you see that ive been cutting? when you look at me do you really see me of just the person you want me to be?

I cut my wrists and beg to die cos its better than living in this life called a lie

I cut my wrists and i black my eyes as i attempt this thing called suicide

My tears can cry no more, my mouth can tell no more lies, my heart can no longer deny that its in love with you

For every scream that someone ignores is a little more i die inside and cut my wrists... waiting for the day someone cares

The tears are falling from my eyes, yet i feel no pain as the razor slides across my wrist, im screaming at the top of my lungs, yet no one can hear me.. i need someone to save me