I just want to take my
knife
and cut lines every inch
I'll be unique right?
it'll be over in a pinch
can't listen to the stress
can't listen to the lies
my life is just a mess
cutting my own demise
love is what you say
yet hate is what you do
now on the floor I lay
if you only knew
I want to bleed out
I want to end my life
I can't scream and shout
so instead I hold my knife
It's not that I don't think
I'll get another boyfriend in my life
I know I will
but I'm scared
and
what if I don't make it long enough to love someone
what if I kill myself first
the thoughts won't go away
what if I
can't be loved
because I'm not who everyone wants me to
be