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I cut my wrists
I cut them quick
I know its wrong
and not the trick

but I hurt so bad
so deep inside
and my feelings
can no longer hide

I speak out
but no one can hear
and no one can see
my falling tears

This anger inside
that this has brought
is making me tired
of the war I have fought

It brings thoughts and memories
that make me cry
it has become even worse
that I think thoughts of suicide

So I cut my wrists
I cut them quick
I know it wrong
but who gives a s**t.