• I am holding a bloody pocket knife again
    I'm not sorry for what i've done
    I'm just thankful I didn't use a gun

    everyone calls me that name
    Im sick and tired of that game

    Different
    I might be
    If i am will you hate me?

    I don't know why I cut myself
    I just want to say goodbye
    I don't want to live this lie

    I hate that everyone is happy
    while im always sad
    I am feeling really mad

    My life is alone
    I got no one but myself
    Cutting is the only thing that helps


    I have thoughts of death
    I will hurt myself til theres nothing left

    I hate my life
    Someone give me some reason to live for and believe
    Because im just living here to breath