I'm sorry for cutting my arm
I'm sorry for even begging self harm...

S for stupid
u for undone look at what a mess Ive become...

She sits there in her room with a knife
thinking about using it to take her life...

People spend hours trying 2 figure life out but...
ill give you the answer u live life to die...

Why did you start to self harm?
why did you repeatedly cut your arm...

Hating life hating it every minite of the day
why is my life in this way...

If you live a life of death why not die
if you feel sad why don't you cry...

When I die ill wait for you in heavon
don't cry ill be look down at chu twenty four...

Every night i look up hoping
that your safe and OK and your coping...

More cut 1 more scar
i grabbed the blade dragged it far...

Every night i dream were i see me and i cry
you in a wooden box but how did you die...

My life flows like a stream
i pinch my self i ain't in a dream...