The pain inside is still hurting,
The breaths inside grow weak,
According to certain people,
It is attention that I seek.

For the people who say its attention
Are the people who have no clue
For the people who say its attention
Well they definitely know who

I don’t know why I bother
With people anymore
For if i died they wouldn’t care
I know this thought for sure

My friends they don’t give a shit
They aren’t really friends at all
For when I am really upset
They never seem to call

Never once have they come
To see if im ok
And if I died they wouldn’t
Care either way

If I was dead or alive
Or in the bathroom bleeding
From the cuts I have done
It’s a surprise im still breathing

The cuts on my body,
My ankles and my arms,
All people say to do
is just breath and be calm

This advice though good
Does nothing for me
Once again this story
Ends in tragedy…


 
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