screaming and crying inside
my life is a total hell
wishing one day in pride
my heart to stop aching
as i hold the razor in my hand
i watch as my arm bleeds
one cut after another
my heart skipping every other beat
as i lay restless on my bed
i say so what about what other people think
as the days go by the cuts get deeper and deeper
hiding my arm when around certain people
hoping i wont get sent away
i wish i could tell my aunt
so i can get some help
but scared to death of what she'll say
everyday when i look at my arm
i ask myself why
and all i can come up with is
"its the only pain i can control"
my arm is bleeding so much now
my pain is unexplainable
hoping i wont slice a vein
i cut deeper and deeper
as the blood drips from my arm i say
its my life who cares what i do