No one talks to her, she feels so alone
She’s in too much pain to survive on her own
The hurt she can’t handle overflows to a knife
She writes on her arm, wants to give up her life

And the sadest part is...you dont even notice

The sharper the edge , the cleaner the cut

I did nothing at all
nothing at all
its all my fault your gone

your face on my wall
face on my wall
it tells it all
you will live on

I wont sleep another day
I don't really need to anyway
What's the point when my dreams are
infected
With words you used to say

And that's when i realized..dreams were meant for sleeping..

..:.so done with wishing you were still here.:..

The next smile you fake could be your last..

I've thrown out everything that has to do with you.
i'm starting over, starting out new.
and there is aboustly nothing you can do.

Each cut is for the pain you feel
each cut is for the hurt i wish i could make go away
each cut is for the way i feel
and each scar is one wish that didnt come real..