Cuts for a life:
From start to finish i wonder why,
The cuts look goodin this messed up lie,
The blood that trickles down my arm,
People al;l stare at the girl who self-harms.
"the emo" they call me,
I turn to my name,
they act out slicing their wrists,
I hang my head in shame,
I can't help my feelings,
Of being alone,
I hide myself for the day,
Just longing to go home,
I sprawl on my bed,
With my razor in hand,
And take myself away,
To a much better land,
I stare in the mirror,
And ley myself cry,
Looking forward to the day,
That i finally die.
