Cutting is like being behind bars,
You're struggling, trying to reach up to the star filled sky, you want to fly, to break free
but sad is all you'll ever be, "It'll get better, you'll see" they say
but you feel worse and worse every day.
the tension is building up, you're not good enough
That's what the voices say inside your head, all you look forward to is going to bed, "All has been said," you think. "All has been done." And the pain has just begun. Your vision's spun, this isn't fun anymore, as you drop to the floor. One last breathe you made, then it all starts to fade. The razor drops onto the floor. Your heart isn't pumping anymore. there's blood on the door. And your life is no more. "I'm sorry, mom and dad, I couldn't get through it. I'm sorry I blew it. I just knew it, I'd **** it all, I was always afraid to fall. But I was able to find peace in it all. So please don't cry, as you see me lying there, scattered in ridget places is my hair, distressing lair in my eyes, You never have seen through my disguise."