You try to help but cant you see that when you help you only cause me to bleed??

On the outisde theres a gentle smile, on the inside is harsh pain, she sits up in her room for hours at a time, where she takes her blade and cuts her arms, she prays no one will see the scars, cuz to her shes better off to bleed

A single tear rolls down her face she looks down upon her arms that are lined with red lines, i look at her and try 2 help...but i relize im gazing in the mirror

My best friend is incredibly sharp; always by myside and never apart
there is only 1 like mine made
my best friend, my blue razorblade

Im sorry that u didnt call me;; u left me to die;; you stabbed my back;;you expect me 2 run miles 2 see u and u not 4 me;; im sorry and you want me to give up eveythin so u can hav something.... ha i didnt kno life wrked that way

If i died its not like it would matter anyway...

its not like i [x.had.x] a [liFe]

I could wish away everything and try to think if u could ever feel how i felt but then id just b wasting my time on some1 like u who culd never feel such [paIn]

Its easy to say 'get over it and stop crying' u say it so easy but u've never been beaten u never forced ur own blood u never felt so close to death pain like this
is like a bleach stain on a black shirt
it messes up the whole thing

Maybe.. just maybe 1 day i'll suffacate on hair dye

One day she hopes to go numb
Or just to go back to the place shes fallen from