Where can I go when I heard there is no place like home it's hard to go from the place you know and remembering the feeling of emptiness and disparity those times when you want to be alone and just hoping that you can go to the bathroom and escape those things that people say and make them all fade away with one swipe of a blade the blood trickles and the blade stings they make you realize you're still alive you focus on the blood and it makes you forget about everything the blood rolls down your precious wrist and thigh slowly and you know that what people say are true you feel the pang in your heart from all the words you think you try to think better but you can't the words burn your soul you don't want to believe them but why would they say them if they weren't true and the moment when someone's says them you always have your friend a trusty razor to make it all disappear you turn to your friend the one who makes you feel better it's only a couple of stings then the blood starts seeping out you forget all the nasty words people say that make you cry you cut because you know that your as ugly on the inside as you are now on the outside
