The cuts on my legs are bleeding
And so is my useless soul
I'm waiting for someone to fix it
But that person will never comeI'm sorry this poem isn't fluent
I really really did try
But I'm so hopeless that i couldn't
I couldn't even make it rhyme
The cuts on my legs are bleeding
And so is my useless soul
I'm waiting for someone to fix it
But that person will never comeI'm sorry this poem isn't fluent
I really really did try
But I'm so hopeless that i couldn't
I couldn't even make it rhyme