© 2001 Ginger
cut myself
one more time
make everything go away
make it all okay
just to have it come back again
slices on my arms
speak my feelings
blood on the floor
speak my thoughts
don't need any one in my life
pain all it brings
nothing good at all
just need this shiny sharp knife
need to make the pain go away
with my silver sharp knife
i'm suffocated in this hell hole
i can't breathe
with all of this disease
all around me
i wheaze and wheaze
all around me diseased
everyone i thought i knew
infected and changed
disease-i hate it
disease-people cause it