When it's 3 am and you sit alone in your room razor in one hand
Thinking is life really worth it
Is it worth putting your self through this tourtière everyday
Just for what
To think someone will come along and actually be there for you
You sit there shaking wanting to cut but you remember how hard you have worked not to self harm
But before you have another second to think the razor has crossed your skin and you feel calm
Watching the blood coming out of your wrist,leg,stomach or thighs
And you remember why you wanted to do it in the first place so you cut more but then
Reality kicks in and you realise what you have done
So you brake down in a fit of anger because yet again you think you have lost it all again
That's how I feel every night and it's horrible truly horrible
