I slit my writs and and cut my thighs, you dont now the resean why!
I sit in my room as thoughts fly by, i grab my knife and dry my eyes.
You thought i was fine, well ges what im not! i thought i could hid it but i ges not.
The reasne why no one knows. The thought of it just kills them so, i keep it hiden way down deep. So no one knows i do theas things but sereten people they wont say a thing.
