When I cut

  When I cut myself,
  I wish I could be cutting them,
  Those who don't care about me,
  If I could I would cut them all,
  Make them feel my pain,
  Show them how much they make me hurt,
  Slit their throats and rid the world of their words,
  I'm suicidal,
  I'm fucked up,
  So would you be if you had had my life,
  And through it all,
  Where was my love?
  Where was my hope?
  Where was my reason to live?
  Why was there no one there for me?
  If I decide it's the end,
  Go get a knife from the draw,
  Slit my throat,
  Would anyone even try to stop me?
  Cause I don't think they would.