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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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