Lucky

Sometimes I want to slit my wrists, And I wish that I were dead. But I just think about my friends, And I pray to God instead. I cry over the stupid things, Like money, cars, and guys. And then I have a conniption fit, When one of my friends lies. I need someone to talk to, About a guy I knew. And I was just hoping, That I could talk to you. I asked you for your help, And you said you will. I asked you for your guidance, And you asked me how I feel. I said that I felt hurt, And betrayed from everyone. I said my life was boring, And I never did have fun. She told me to forgive myself, For what I had just said. And to tell myself I'm lucky, Because I could be dead. From that point on I lived a life, The best way that I knew. And now I'm a happy person, And it's all because of you.