They called me pathetic
They made me cry
They told me im worthless
And to go ahead and die
They said I know a short cut to end your
Lame excuse of a life
They shoved me and pushed me and crushed me
On the out and inside
They are the reason I cry at night
I fall asleep with tears in my eyes
But before I fall into slumber
I pull off my pillow cover
To reveal my trusty blade
That stops me from going insane
Everyone tells me make one single line
Right through your wrist
Still no one cares if you die
So I sit in the corner and debate with myself
I cut all up my arm and thigh
But I can't bring my self to cut the one final line
The final line to make me die
The final line to stop the pain inside
I will try again later
For now I am scared
So thanks for nothing my best friend the razor
