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

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

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?

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

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

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

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

You picked me up and showed me the way, you told me you loved me and that you would always stay, but when times got tough you left me.. so much for your promise.

For its not just today that ill miss you.. but forever.. R.I.P

Im sick of pretending, pretending to be happy, im sick of smiling, smiling fake smiles, im sick of crying, crying the tears of a broken heart