Little razor help me understand my life take my pain away

Theres so much i cant stop thinking of and i hate it

Im leaving with my bags packed i will be ok im not going to even look back

Sitting here and bleeding from a million cuts i only wish someone whould find me and understand all im hiding

I rote him a letter, I told him all i felt, I sent it, Now i take one last breath and its my time to go

I dont expect you to understand what im doing after all you were never there to help me

Its my life no one can make me stop if i dont want to, I should be in control if i want to live or die after all no one relizes what its like to be me

They told me i need to keep trying and that its not worth dieing and i though about it how do they know when u keep everything to yourself

Came home today started to cry pick up the little razor and cut as much as i could, only if he was here to help me i would be ok

Why should they decide if i should live do they relize how much i hurt