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It's hard to stop...
The blood runs down my arm
I drop my blade to the floor
in shock of what i've done
I stare at it...
as tears roll down
my cheeks...
asking "whats wrong with me?"
rocking back and forth
trying to calm myself down
trying to stop myself
from hitting another vien
watching as the blood pours out...
remembering what my friend said
trying to forget about bringing her sorrow
trying to tell her everythings fine
I'll be here tomorrow
I'm not going to cut
I swear I wont
but I want to so badly
I dont think I can
handle the pain anymore
I swear it'll only be a little one
just deep inside my skin
she'll never know
it wont hurt her
I have to believe
I'm on my knees
Slumped in a position
dead on the floor...
