Drawing a PICTURE....

I feel the coldness against my wrist
Other people's lies...
The hurt of their words, stinging through my chest...
Only I know what it does to me..

Drawing the picture on my wrist
Drawing with a blade..
A few simple lines,
Deep into the flesh...

I feel alone in this dark world...
With no one at my side
Would you even notice me leave?
And if you do...would you care

With these thoughts
The cut gets deeper and longer...
Just remember...

ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!