Slit Wrists
I sit here slitting my wrists
Not knowing what else to do
With every slice
I wish I knew why
The more I slit
The more it hurts
I don't care
About the pain
All I care about is you
I slit three more times
With every slice I scream and cry
I ask myself
"Why did he do this?"
"What did I do to deserve this?"
I slit 'til I can't no more
Until the razor hits the floor
I watch the blood poor out of my body
It hits the floor
I can't breath
I think I'm dying
But I'm not
With every slice
I think, "Am I dying? Will I live? What will he think?"
When he finds out
Will he cry?
Will he laugh?
What will he think of me
After I slit my wrists?
Not knowing what else to do
With every slice
I wish I knew why
The more I slit
The more it hurts
I don't care
About the pain
All I care about is you
I slit three more times
With every slice I scream and cry
I ask myself
"Why did he do this?"
"What did I do to deserve this?"
I slit 'til I can't no more
Until the razor hits the floor
I watch the blood poor out of my body
It hits the floor
I can't breath
I think I'm dying
But I'm not
With every slice
I think, "Am I dying? Will I live? What will he think?"
When he finds out
Will he cry?
Will he laugh?
What will he think of me
After I slit my wrists?
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