???Dead???

I used to cut my wrist and I felt like it was the only way out of things…
Why do I sit all by myself
Wake up knowing
I have to get out of bed
And go through it all again

I got to go through the pain
Cry and lie for nights and days
Wait till I see you
Get made fun of
Almost cry
Feel like I want to die

Try to kill myself
I cut my wrist
The reason is
It’s because it’s the only way I feel alive
Is if I see my blood
Run down my arm

You well never see how sad I really am
Because you don’t care
Because you just want me to drop dead

By Kryss Payne
Published: 4/27/2006
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