Why is it that the only time you wil get close to me is when you are drunk? is it because it hurts you too much to see me so broken?

I h8 this thing inside of me
this thing that they call life
thats y i try to cut it out
with a razor blade or knife

I seem so placid and calm but on the inside im screaming and crying

The best part about life is death

Everytime i cut and see the blood pour out of me i get a thrill i feel alive so when i cut and i dont get blood i feel like i dont really exist and that wat they all say must be tru

I sit in the dark and wonder y
y did u hurt me
y did u brake me
and then i think wat if
wat if i was stronger
wat if i knew better
then i think this isnt worth it
that is when i tie the rope and hope that it wont break this time

You once asked me if i drunk because i liked the feeling but i couldnt tell you that when i drunk its stopped the feelings

How can this little slit upon my wrist cause so much hurt for others but at the same time bring me relief??

You were older, you knew better
i was young, i didnt know
how could you do that to me?
how could you be so low?
you made me trust you
you broke that trust cant you see
you broke not only that trust
you also broke me!!!

As i slide this sharp cold blade along my wrist i pray for the strength to press down, then when i finally do the sweet release of death follows.