As the blade gets closer to my wrist
I think why do I do this to myself
I have so many people that love me
But then I think I have so many people
that hate me and hope that i do die
Then as the blade digs into my skin
I think of all the fun times that we had
and all of the good things in my life
Then I think of all the bad times that I have
had and everything wrong in my life
Then I drag the blade across my wrist
blood coming out as I still go across
Then after it is all done I cry because
I realize I don't want to die... not yet