Sitting there feeling numb...
You can't feel a thing...
To numb to cry...
But then the numbness leaves and all the emotions come out...
As you cry and cry...
You grab the blade and lock the door...
You sit there blade to wrist you wanna say goodbye....
Nowing nobody will care...
You cut and cut each cut deeper than the last...
You then lay down as you close your eyes and wisper the cutters lullaby....
By Victoria sundquist
