Scratches,
Cuts...

I'm like a baby bird learning to fly
Small and fragile...

I am the razor blade
Touching her skin...

She broke my heart.
Shattered it...

Fingers to keys
Typing out what should be...

The suicidal are more powerful than they think.
One cut, deep, deeper...

Close my eyes,
Hear the band coming together...

"You dont deserve it."
I tell myself everyday...

The blade touched my wrist once again,
I told you I am addicted, but you didn't listen...

I had to see his lifeless body lying in a casket...
She hugged me, asked if I was all right, looked...

So here I sit wondering what to write,
All I can think of is you...

It seems I was right.
You didn't pick me...