Sometimes I want a hug,
Sometimes I just want to be bugged, I need the attention.
Sometimes I just need to know that someone is there,
And that someone really cares.
I just can’t take being ignored anymore
You have a different excuse every time
“It’s not my fault my mom made me work a double shift.”
You really think that I give a shit,
What reason you have for not being with me tonight?
This is the only reason we fight
You were crying on the phone,
What makes that better then cutting alone?
What makes drinking a better solution?
Is dehydration, puking, and having your stomach pumped,
Better then the small amount of blood that I have lost?
Are drugs better then my knife?
What’s so wrong with the old way I lived my life?
Sometimes I just need to bleed,
This is how I cleanse my soul.
I don’t get smashed, don’t got high,
Don’t beat my girl, don’t drive a car as if it was a toy.
Don’t send our troops off to “war”
So my question for you is,
Why does society make cutting look so fucked up?
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