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sitting on my bed Rock music blaring from my stero I'm not daring I'm gonna do it without caring what everyone else thinks My shrink doesn't help drinking doesn't help But Cutting does This time I'm not cutting my wrists and I won't ever again This time and for now on It shall be my legs It's not a crime It feels fine I'm gonna lie I'm gonna throw away the pills no more shall I cry
and suffer and fight myself not to cut no more prescription bottles on my shelf Is this an addiction... It might be.... but I sall no longer get dentions So if I get depressed out comes my knife This keeps me alive This helps me survive Through the days and no one will stop me my depression will flee This is what I need..... My friend started freakin out because she said that The job that I'll start working at on Wensday (woot woot) see's my cuts that they will fire me! I was just like 'WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT BEFORE!?" So I talked to my other friend about it. I thought she had stopped cutting but she didn't she just started cutting her legs instead where no one can see the scars. SO now I'm gonna start that. I cut to take pain away so don't take it the wrong way. |
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