"Why Fruit Ninja?"
"What makes you so happy
About slicing and dicing fruit?"
"I don't understand."

I hear it all the time.
But I can't explain
Why slicing fruit with a giant knife
Brings so much joy.

Honestly, I find it a bit odd
That they can't see
Everything in front of their eyes.
It's plain to see.

For me, at least,
It's a simple choice.
I can slice the fruit,
Or slice my wrists.

I can bring pain to myself
Or the fruit.
Which one
Would you prefer?

I prefer the cutting
of my wrists.
However, society thinks
Cutters are insane.

We have to fit
The "socially acceptable" standard
So I'll spend my days slicing fruit.

My nights will be
Consumed by bleeding.
Bleeding wrists.
Serving their justice for my crimes.

Fruit ninja by day.
Wrist ninja by night.

She says she needs more alcohol
The world is not spinning.
Only a fire in her belly.
Battery acid in her veins

There is more than what’s on the surface,
That’s just scratching.
Because she needs her alcohol,

It makes her feel good,
Energized,
Better,
Happier
Makes her forget the world’s trouble.

But the tap is running low,
And she is alone.
Taking another stolen sip, she smiles to herself.
Feeling malicious and well.

How long will this go on, until someone notices?
Fixes her?
Comes to her rescue?

Life is like a strong drink.
While you are drinking you feel powerful and strong,
No one can touch you, on top of the world,
Until you stop drinking and leaves you weak and sick.

Life is like a one night stand.
Emotions take over making you feel loved and needed.
The other person giving you all you want,
Until they leave the next morning leaving you alone and naked.

Life is....Like a baby being born.
A new life starting fresh and innocent,
Getting everything it need though out its life,
Until it grows old and dies leaving everything it stood for behind.

Life is like “good ****”.
Picks you up when you are down,
Takes you for a dream-like ride,
Until it makes you crash when you go to high.

Life is constantly bringing you up and dropping you down,
Giving you all you want and making your life easy,
Until something goes wrong and leaves you to figure things out alone.

She smiles, I cry.
She's brave, I’m shy.
She loves, I’m alone.
She’s amazing, I’m unknown.
She’s beautiful, I’m a mess.
She’s happy, I’m depressed.
She’s a fake, I am real.

My mask is perfect, she hides me.
Even better, nobody sees through her.
Or do they even care?

I slit my wrist to erase the pain,
You look at me, and think I'm insane,
My eyes turn red, bleeding my tears,
And still you try to protect me from my worst fears.

Look at my scars then you will see,
Why I can't seem to go around and fake happy,
Yet you tell me you love me, that you'll forget,
For I'll soon be gone, and I'll be your greatest regret.

So let me die, broken and scarred,
I can't deal with life, it's getting far too hard,

Everything's gone wrong, it's not worth trying,
So leave me alone because I feel like I'm dying,
I don't want you to worry,
Because my life is ending in a hurry,

I'll be fine, and happy you see,
Death is what I wished for and soon it will be.

Countless nights I cried,
Thinking of way to forget you;
Being hurt cannot be denied,
Because you have changed my life.

Spending my time for you was unfair;
Waking up from this foolishness
Came just too late.

Is it right to love someone like you,
Who touched my heart, so true?
But what are these tears for?

A teardrop of happiness
That taught me how to lie,
Tears of loneliness that made me cry

Some say "that's the way life goes",
Some will hurt and love you, who knows?
Life happens, and I have to accept that now.

I feel pain everyday,
Seeing the scars on my wrist.
No one understands me,
My life is at risk.

Waiting everyday for the worst,
With a razor blade in my hand.
Getting ready to cut my wrist,
I can't wait until my life ends.
I see the cuts and scars on My wrist.
Wanting my life to end every night.

People don't understand depression,
Thinking only Mental people have it.
But no one knows how it feels,
The life I live is real.

Teachers and parents walk by,
Seeing the scars on my wrists.
Never knowing,
I'm waiting for the day I die.