These emotions I feel
So plain and so real
Just swelling inside
Wanting to come out
But behind a mask I hide
So little so torn
I make so many mistakes
Each of them coming back
To stab me like a thorn
I want to die
With each little lie
It is written on my wrist
The knife the blood
Cut cut cut
So many scars
Like the heavenly stars
Are my only consolation
In a world of hurt and pain
Pain that is real
Like thee emotions I feel
And are carved into my wrists
Like their words in my brain
A loser a coward
With no one anymore
Left for dead and better that way
So I fall dead with gun in hand
On that one fateful day
