I know a girl who cried herself to sleep
who cringes at the poring blood from cuts so deep...

Blood rolls down her cheeks and hands
it is a sight others cant seem to stand...

M is for the mountain of sadness and pain
I is for the incessant feeling of disdain...

She'll never know what she did to me that day
going along in her annoyingly happy way...

Death is my friend it whispers my name
it's the only way out of my life of shame...

Life is a gift of which i did not ask
But was given to anyway...

My heart once was red
it once was pure...

Why do you treat me the way you do?
Can you fill me in...

What is the difference between earth and hell
Does anyone know...

I jumped from a building
but you didn't seem to care...

The feeling in my heart it dwells
It won't go away...

I cry red tears
That form bloody pools on the ground...