When I look at the scars on my sides, I'm proud of myslef for
Mind; Oh your nothing but an ugly, worthless piece of sh*t.
Body; You're so weak and fat, no wonder you get made fun
Wrists and Thighs; You've cut before why not do it again, you
know I'll be in your dreams tonight.
Throat; The feeling when you reach down your throat.
Stomach; What can one more day without food hurt.
Oh yeah. I am just a waste of space. Why don't i just end it
all now? Because the thoughts running through my mind are
seriously scaring me.