Attempted Suicide of a Cutter
I can't make sense of this head of mine
I feel hopeless, running out of time
I should've died, my only wish
I just don't understand all of this
why does God want me to live
I'm alone, I have nothing to give
scars of white, tears of red
I can't make sense of this head
cuts break open, mouth gone dry
I don't get it, I should've died.
Copyright © Natalie Mancuso | Year Posted 2009
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