The blood on my wrist is running,
Down, Down, Down,
The mouth on my face,
Is holding a frown,
A tear glides down my cheek,
And glistens as it falls,
My true feelings are hidden behind dark walls,
As I pull up,
A piece of my shirt,
I am beginning ,
To feel more like dirt,
I am broken,
I am bruised,
I am only,
Being used,
I slit my stomach,
One time, now two,
If only I could,
Just get away from all of you,
One more cut,
On my humongous thigh,
I do it with no trouble,
Not one single cry.
