Standing there by my reflection
Trying to escape depression...

Memories of you are so good
I can't cope with losing you...

This time the cut is too deep
Watching blood begin to seep...

I read the poem written for me
and a boy named Jamie...

I want to stay I really do
I want to hold on just for you...

I wish that I could be like you
Strong and fearless, pretty too...

I feel it now, pulling at me pulling
The knife inside my bag is calling...

I see you now your face so white
lighting up the darkened night...

Hear the voices in my head
Telling me I should be dead...

Cuts get closer to the vein
Drugs are messing with my brain...

I see her in the falling rain
Trying to forget her pain...

I want to die
Don't want to cry...