I want to cut again,
It’s been haunting me,
Yes, I know it’s a sin,
But I am never in glee,
I’m sorry I fell this way,
But I can’t help it at all,
I think if I shouldn’t all day,
But all it is, is a stall,
Tha blade is getting closer to my skin,
Sorry but your too late to help,
Tha process of death just begin,
This time I’m going for something else,
I’m gonna tell you where,
It’s not anywhere nice,
When you look at my grave and stare,
You’ll see my neck sliced.
 
Copyright © bctmnyh, All Rights Reserved