Sorry for what I do

I pop pills

I cut my wrist

I know that kills

but I will take the risk

slowly by slowly I'm fading away

slowly by slowly I'm slipping away

I don't have a real dad to show me love

only Jesus from above

I bet he sees me and he cries

Why wont he just let me die

what is my future, what is my purpose

sometimes I think I am worthless

there's several people that give me hope

and give me strength to cope

I doubt that I am pretty I think that I am fat

even though no one told me that

someone likes me right now

he is the one that takes away my doubts

Do you know the reason why I cut

if you would know why I cut would you give me more love?

I love the red marks on my white skin

don't worry my skin is not that thin

Sorry for writing this but its the only way to express all my feelings

I got put in words everything I am thinking

I love you and I love my friends

if I die don't forget to tell them

when my eyes close and I die

I am sorry for not telling you what's inside.