so i didnt want to go to school, and i pretended to be sick. but, oh, the irony. im sick and i think i have the flu. so, my grandma's making me go to the doctors today and im really worried that he's going to see my cuts. but for the first time, i dont mind. i hope he does so i can go to a facility and get help.

i hate when they take my blood and i cry every time. that's my main concern. but, im gonna tryto hint it out to him and if he asks, i'll sayyes, i do self harm.

so im bringing a bookbag with me with an empty notebook inside and pens. so if i do end up going, then i can write my expierance and blog it. but, i would tell my grandma and i dont feel comfortabledoing so, so i think that the doctor doing it is much easier.

Cut my life into piecesThis is my last resortSuffocation, no, no breathingDon't give a fuckIf I cut my arm bleedingThis is my last resort
Cut my life into piecesI've reached my last resortSuffocation, no breathingDon't give a fuckIf I cut my arm bleedingDo you even care if I die bleeding?
Would it be wrong orWould it be rightIf I took my life tonightChances are that I mightMutilation out of sightAnd I'm contemplating suicide
'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mindWish somebody would tell me I'm fineLosing my sight, losing my mindWish somebody would tell me I'm fine
I never realized, I was spread too thinTill it was too late and I was empty withinHungry feeding on chaos and living in sinDownward spiral, where do I begin
It all started when I lost my motherNo love for myself and no love for anotherSearching to find a love upon a higher levelFinding nothing but questions and devils
'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mindWish somebody would tell me I'm fineLosing my sight, losing my mindWish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fineI'm running and I'm cryingI'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying I'm cryingI can't go on living this way
Cut my life into piecesThis is my last resortSuffocation, no, no breathingDon't give a fuckIf I cut my arm bleeding
Would it be wrongWould it be right?If I took my life tonightChances are that I mightMutilation out of sightAnd I'm contemplating suicide
'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mindWish somebody would tell me I'm fineLosing my sight, losing my mindWish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fineI'm running and I'm cryingI can't go on living this wayCan't go on, living this wayNothing's all right

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  1. shaunwey 8 years ago

    I LOVE THAT SONG!! And asking for wanting help is the first step, I don't even think I'm there yet. I was forced to confess my cutting, I know how you feel. My mom saw and I told her someone hit me with their binder when they walked but but she didnt belive me- as I had been depresses- and made me pull up my sleeves.

    I hope it goes better for you, tell you grandma you need supprt.

    Loves,

    Shauna

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