These tears
Ive cried...

The hurt,
The lies...

Yes i can see you
the pink and the red...

This life I'm living
Is the best for me...

And its on again
my wrist are open...

My friends read the poems i write
and i usaully dont care what i say...

Primary school was the best
i used to be good and never bad...

So some people are worse off than me
i understand that, but right now i feel that...

No i dont cut (anymore)
no people dont ask me to see my wrists(anymore...

Yes i have stopped
(for now...

I dont know how this started or if it will ever...
all i seem to do is now lie plus cry...

Who have i become
what have i really done...