1 cut
2 cut
3 cut 4,
I think I should
Cut some more.
5,6,7 and 8.
I won't stop till i die today.
I look at the note that I had on the bed,
The razor in my hand,
They wished me dead.
Mom is asleep,
And so is Tim.
I stick the note on my door,
As I drop down dead.
They would be happy,
Once they hear I'm gone.
Then the bullies will find someone else to pick on.
Mom will cry,
But not Tim,
Tim will hold his sadness in.
I'm layin on the floor,
Dead as ever.
They wished me dead,
So it was now or never.
I cried while writting this,omg :(
