Tears stream down my face
As I slide to the floor...

The blade and me were simply just meant to be
My true best friend...

I cut to deep!
Fastly feel asleep...

They think they know me,
But really they don't have a clue...

Walking through the hall
Head down with my books by my side...

I was young,
Nothing seemed wrong...

Slipping from grip
I cant take this trip...

Slipping from grip
I cant effin look...

Cutting way too deep
I'm falling asleep...

Numb as can be
My body breaks free...

The cuts were bleak
Not too deep...

My wrists are bleeding from all this pain.
Me tears are streaming from this Little game...