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as i lay in my bed thinking of life
i reach under my pillow and grab my knife
i open the blade and look at the reflection
i think of people and feel no connection
i run the cold blade up my left arm
maybe another cut will finish my harm
i run the knife across my stomach up to my chest
maybe one stab in the stomach will put me to rest
i feel the chills of fear run up my spine
how much longer until ill be fine
i take the knife and make a clean cut
to the top of my chest that started from my gut
ten kne cuts on my wrist
and fresh new bruises on my fist
people say i do this for fun
i wonder wut theyll say when im finally done...