The first cut, Phew ... Somehow, for easy go, But the more I will not do
The second cutting, It's easier than you think, but I must master it. I won't die from it.
Third Cutting, Is this the only way to forget? I can't do this differently?
The fourth cut, You're doing it for attention? Fun? Or pity? It does not matter, but I think slowly out of this addictive.
Fifth Cutting, I'm in this alone, no one to me this doesn't help, and small trickle of blood, dropping on bitter tears.
Sixth Cutting, Can anyone hear me? Can anyone help me free? I want to get rid of them all! Help, please. ..
Seventh Cutting, Honey, in the end everything will be fine. Soon the tears stop bake my cheeks. I promise
Eighth Cutting, Slowly puts me. Once I even managed to smile
Ninth Cutting, It's good. Blood does not burn from the inside to flow out. Last iron friend was at the bottom of the wardrobe.
Tenth Cutting, The tears returned, the blood came back, the pain is back. Has anyone ever love such a wreck of a man like me?
