My suicidalness is showing.
They can finally see
the cuts on my wrists
it just isn't their cup of tea.
No one seems to notice
as I trudge through the halls
that I don't want their pity
I don't want it at all.
How they all stare
how they all scoff
how they all whisper
Of that I've had enough
Let them all talk for all I care
they can run into walls
because all I want now
is a way to fall.
A way to fall into that pit
the black, ugly pit
of misery depression
and blood.
The bittersweet
metallic smell
that sends me into
a wonderful hell
so that I may confront my demons
with mind and with fist
then go back to school
hiding my wrists.
They can finally see
the cuts on my wrists
it just isn't their cup of tea.
No one seems to notice
as I trudge through the halls
that I don't want their pity
I don't want it at all.
How they all stare
how they all scoff
how they all whisper
Of that I've had enough
Let them all talk for all I care
they can run into walls
because all I want now
is a way to fall.
A way to fall into that pit
the black, ugly pit
of misery depression
and blood.
The bittersweet
metallic smell
that sends me into
a wonderful hell
so that I may confront my demons
with mind and with fist
then go back to school
hiding my wrists.
