ғυcĸ тнe ѕyѕтeм ®

Catch me

A piece of paper

A bruised hip

A rusty razor

Ease the pain quick

A skinny body

A dream come true

Look in the mirror

Is this really you

Scars on your wrists

Like the ones on your thighs

Pain shows on your arms

Baby your at war

Looking In your eyes

A ocean so black

Waves sinking every

Bit of happiness left

The days get shorter

The nights get longer

You pull down your sleeve

As they touch your shoulder

So many lies

Is this a crime

Bloody stains remain on the sink

The shinny razor winking

Barely alive

No one notices

The smile is gone

The depression has one

You get so sad

You look at a gun

You pick up you courage to

Pull the trigger

At last your gone

Everyone wonders what

They did wrong.