Always thinking about those times ,
That you always made me cry,
those words you said,
in the inside,
makes me dead,
How come your mean,
Is it because i dont mean anything,
I know Im different ,
But whats the difference,
im me,
your you,
dont make fun of me,
im just like you,
Just because i cut,
doesnt mean im a cunt,
just because i want to die ,
doesnt mean i dont cry,
words hurt in many ways,
just as i think of my grave,
when i hear the words from the devil,
brings me to words of hell.
Brings me down,
with every sound,
of your voice,
with a point.
well im done,
with everything that is done,
its my life,
and all my time.
