I'll prove that I love you.
My razor
So thin and small
Ruined my life
But saved it all
One cut here
One cut their
Will I ever get out
Should I get out.
Should I take the pills?
People say no
Should I cut just a little deeper?
People say no.
But they don't care
They just don't want to have
To deal with my cold dead body.
People that say 'I'm their for you'
Are the farthest away.
But their are a few that actually stay.
The ones that know I'm not happy
They care
But most do not.
Most people just say they do
Just to make themselves feel better.
But that's not me.
I'm not going to say
I'm here for you.
I'm going to prove that I am.
You won't get rid of me.
You can't.
You won't.
So don't try.
I love you.
