cutters sleep with a razor instead

Blood flows down your arm,

Warm and wet,

A tear rolls down your cheek,

a feeling of need,

you hate being disappointing,

you hate being sad and alone.

you new best friend is what cuts you deep,

songs of hate play as you weep,

you sit and think,

why must I be an unwanted person?

I look to my so called best friends,

No help there,

They left me to die,

Why did I ever trust you?,

Alone again,

I'm for ever alone,

Please leave me to die,

I'm now left on my own.