I'm tired of living…

I wish I would die…

Because I'm sick of this lie,

That is my life.

No one knows me,

No one understands me.

So how can I explain myself?

When I don't know who I am.

I don't know why I do what I do to myself,

I can't explain how I feel.

I guess I do it,

To make sure I'm real.

I enjoy the pain,

As I watch the red liquid flows.

It's just the sight of it,

That lets me know…

I'm in control.

People may think I'm crazy,

Btu they don't know the reason why I started.

No its not because its "in"

It's not to attract attention,

No its because of HIM!