I try to cover the dark blood stain
I put a red sweatshirt on and hide the pain
I put a smile on to greet the guest
I try to look at my best
I can feel my heart pumping throughout me
I think everyone can easily see
That I am unwell and I need help fast
The pain is gone cause I've passed out at last
I am in the emergency room and they are talking to me
They are telling me I've had an emergency
I do not hear them because I'm in a deep sleep
Outside in the lounge my parents and friends weep
The doctors find the cuts on my wrist at last
They yell to each other, "He's losing blood fast!"
Outside in the lounge my friends and family wait
For the doctors to pronounce my fate
They yell at the nurse to dump the blood into a drain
And say solemnly that I've cut too many veins
A nurse passes out beside my bed
And the sheets on my bed turned the darkest red
I was put into the surgery room and am now being sewed up
I hear someone say, "His wrist," and, "Erupt."
I hear a doctor tell me, "You might not live."
And, "Are there any last words you'd like to give?"
I was barely awake but I knew I would die
And other than 'die' his words were a lie
I say, "Yes doctor, please tell everyone this..."
"I'm sorry for ever cutting my wrists."
And there on the hospital bed I passed away
Never again to see the light of a beautiful day
Outside in the lounge my parents cried
As they got the news that I 'painlessly' died
I would never know the pain I put them through
The pain and misery my death drew
I had never thought that anyone cared
But I guess I was wrong with these feelings I shared
I had thought that everyone hated me
But their actual feelings I didn't see
Now in their hearts the pain will reside
I will always be here...
on the inside...
 
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