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You slit your wrist with a smile,
As you watch yourself  bleed all over the dining room tile,
Your adrenalin flows like your blood,
On the floor lies your miniture flood.

You grab the phone and call Mum's cell,
and tell her about your living hell,
You tell her about your faded scars,
As you speak she's jumping into her little red car.

You hang up on her and call your friends,
Friends that will love you until the very end,
No answer, you look at the clock, they're at school,
You feel dizzy as you realize you are such a fool.

Out of the clouds peeks the morning sun,
Realality finally hits you as you mutter "Oh God what have I done?"
You  hurriedy dial the nimbers 9-1-1,
And tell them about your shameful fun.

You try to stop the bleeding with your shirt,
But you wrist is too gravely hurt,
You pass out, but not before you hear the sirens from far away,
But you're not sure that you'll live to see another day.

You wake up to a faint beeping,
You're awake but wish you were still sleeping,
You move around and lift your head,
Your parents hug your and cry that they thought you were dead.

They don't ask you why,
They dont even so much as sigh,
It's these things that drive you  to be inhumane,
It's these things that drive the murderer inside to go insane.

You scold yourself for being such a coward,
Self-hatred makes your soul bitter and soured,
You go home, your parents leave,
When they return, a suicide note is what they'll recieve.

Description
You slit your wrist with a smile,
As you watch yourself  bleed all over the dining room tile,
Your adrenalin flows like your blood,
On the floor lies your miniture flood.

You grab the phone and call Mum's cell,
and tell her about your living hell,
You tell her about your faded scars,
As you speak she's jumping into her little red car.

You hang up on her and call your friends,
Friends that will love you until the very end,
No answer, you look at the clock, they're at school,
You feel dizzy as you realize you are such a fool.

Out of the clouds peeks the morning sun,
Realality finally hits you as you mutter "Oh God what have I done?"
You  hurriedy dial the nimbers 9-1-1,
And tell them about your shameful fun.

You try to stop the bleeding with your shirt,
But you wrist is too gravely hurt,
You pass out, but not before you hear the sirens from far away,
But you're not sure that you'll live to see another day.

You wake up to a faint beeping,
You're awake but wish you were still sleeping,
You move around and lift your head,
Your parents hug your and cry that they thought you were dead.

They don't ask you why,
They dont even so much as sigh,
It's these things that drive you  to be inhumane,
It's these things that drive the murderer inside to go insane.

You scold yourself for being such a coward,
Self-hatred makes your soul bitter and soured,
You go home, your parents leave,
When they return, a suicide note is what they'll recieve.