i watch u so i can hear u scream!
we will use this blue stream.
it was so beautiful just like ur face!
slow and easy at a steady pace
pull the knife, u should have stayed home that night!
u trusted me but to me trusting is nothing!
shh now not a sound i hear ur heart pound
as i slowly pull ur flesh
ur blood trickels to the floor, o god i want more
as i lay u to rest i stab a knife into ur chest!
o what a beautiful mess!
ur lifeless body so sweet and pure
u were such a stupid whore
that will teach u to mess with me on.........
halloween
i sit here and womder
wonder wat the futture might bring
i no some day ti will bring spring
spring will bring joy and happiness
ooo how i need it so
i long to b happy and full of joy
i watch every 1 else
how happy they all seem
deep down they long as i do
they long for happiness 2
ooo no wat shuold i do
should i pout
should i shout
should i kick and mak my self sick
should i end it now
i shouldnt take this
and im not
its overĀ its over
my life is gone
wasted away into nothing ness
only to be remembered 4 my faults
so..... iu no longer have 2 wonder
wonder what the future might hold
wat isĀ happiness
well happiness is
Hurry to b wit loved 1s
Are u satisfied wit where ur life is
Peop;le envy u and ur smmile
Poeplewonder how they can b that happy
Is this rlly wat happiness is
NO its NOT
Every 1 has different opinions
So wats urs
say wat u mean and b glad wit it
and that 2 me is happiness
the big quistion is r u truly happy
AM i truly happy
the answer is .... yes
wat would ur answer b?!?!?
i dont like myself beacuse
the way i hurt my body
therse so many cuts and brusies
i dont understand why i have 2 do it
my arms r so ugly ang scarred
when i walk by every one ......points and stairs
that makes me feel so bad
that feeling i cant control
it talkes over my body
when it happens i no wut 2 do
i carry the blade with me
in class i ask 2 be excused
i go 2 the bathroom and look the door
i have 2 hurry...someone might come
when i cut i become none
all the blood fills my arm
the sink is now red
i rence it out so no one sees
i get a paper towel 2 my arm....tight
stoop tyhe bleeding on my armoits just like doing coke and meth
its so addicting
but it feels so good
my friends think im crazy
i try 2 stop but i just cant
the pain drives me insane
if i dont i go crazy
wherenn can i go 2 escape this harshh harsh world
i cut 2 escape but when i cut i cant quit
no matter wat i do!
my life is pain
every where i go i bring pain
pain to my family
pain to my friends
pain to myself
at least when i cut i control the pain
the pain feels so good
the pain feels so rite
im use to the pain
it doesent even hurt any more
i guess i cant call it pain then
so its fake bliss
bliss comes when i pick up that blade
bliss comes when my skin splits wide open
bliss is the feelig i get when i think i might get caught
pain/bliss i cant tell the diffrence
no matter what it is pain or bliss it feels good........it feels rite
why must i do this awful thing to myself
why must my blood drench the floor
why must i have sso much pain
i have to do it
i need to do it
why?!?
its a sick addiction
its a stress relieviing addiction
why?!?
all my friends do it
why?!?
rlly why is it that we have to cut
its a way to cope
its a way to escape
why?!?
why must anyone cut