My arms are bleeding,
And i scream,
Wanting someone,
To hear my plees,
They wont listen,
They turn there backs and start to laugh,
They think it a joke,
I finally hit the floor,
and with a swift movement my wrists bleed no more,
I lay there cry,
knowing im dieing,
Wishing,
Thinking,
That I could have done more,
Been more,
A light fills my soul,
Finally I feel whole,
I think to my self,
I'd rather them go to hell,
Than feel this glowing spell,
