Goodbye, my love.
As I pick up the gun.
Goodbye, my love.
As I begin to cry.
Goodbye, my love.
I write the note.
Goodbye, my love.
"It's not your fault..."
Goodbye, my love.
One last tear.
Goodbye, my life.
BANG
And I pull the trigger.

I know lots of girls who cut
and ask them how they do it,
for it's such a brave feat to undertake
but they say there's nothing to it.

They're not afraid of blood loss,
or ripping apart their skin,
to have this be your only escape
what predicament could they be in?

So simply think of a time when you were bad
and about the pain you deserve,
and with each precise, thin, clean cut
your guilt goes away, unheard.

And then when ****** gaps close up
and the healing's coming far,
then you'll have some company to keep
for it's now and your scars.

Those urges,
For the blood.
They make me go crazy.
It kills me.
I want to cut.
I want to bleed.

Thoughts take over
Tears fall down my face
cut
cut
cut
"I'm doing it again, I don't know what to do..help me!"
"Just try to forget about what's bothering you!
cut
cut
cut
"Its not that easy"
"Well stop what you're doing! It doesn't make things better"
"To me it does.."
cut
cut
cut
"I find what you're doing nasty and pointless,just do something to get you're mind off of it. Talk to someone!"
(I'm trying to talk to you but you find what I'm doing nasty..thanks for the help)
cut
cut
cut
"I stopped"
"Good,don't do it again"
I can't promise that..
-te

I wanna carve your name
Into my wrist
And have you sew me back together
So you can see how much
You've hurt me

I hate eating I honestly do.
It makes me fat, it's all the food.
It's my only friend, or enemy?
I eat it because it listens to me.
Is it that, or the fact that I eat my feelings out?
And now, I'm gaining weight. Pound by pound.
I disgust myself, and even my dad.
I'm such a failure, look I'm so fat.
My family repeating those words
"Are you eating again?"
Then I look at the food, and realize .
This is just the beginning.