Can't you hear my screaming...
I'm yelling I wanna die..
But you don't care...
You don't love me..
I run home...
And in the bathroom cutting..
On the floor I plummeted..
Dizzy from the bleed lost...
And you run in...
Following me from when I ran from trying not to get beaten..
You walk in the house...
And hear the crash..
And run to it..
You see me on the ground..
And think what have you done..
A few weeks later you walk to my grave..
Wearing long sleeves..
U cut now..
Do you feel the pain I felt now!?!
You seem to care for me now that I'm gone..
By Victoria sundquist
