I lie around and wonder why.

You never hear me cry.

Even though I know you know.

About everytime I let my blood flow.

I cut my wrist so very deep.

Wondering if I'm something worth to keep.

I think of all the cruel words you said.

Sometimes I think you wish I was dead.

Do you really care?

It feels as if you're not there.

So in the dark I cry and bleed.

Trying to fulfill my need.

I constantly sit around and dwell.

Wondering if I'm going to hell.

Wondering if I should just give up.

I'm so sick of fighting, I've had enough.

Should I put the shotgun to my head.

And pull the trigger to make me dead.

Or should I taste the kiss of my blade?

And enjoy the rivers my blood will have made.

I don't know what to do.

I'm fed up with you.

I don't know how to let you go.

I hate how much I don't know.

LIfe really sucks.

You're all a bunch of fucks.

You bitch at me for the scars you see.

But you don't understand what it's like to be me.

So now you must prepare to die.

Because you told a fucking lie.

Now I'll put my gun to YOUR head.

And enjoy my freedom when you're dead...

A/N: So I wrote this with my friend Angela Tencor and I thought it was a really awesome combination of our talents but tell me what ya'll think. R/R laters!!

Sexy Sammy

Love, Luck, and Lollypops ;)