I stand in the mirror ,
a tear falls down my face ,
others fall at the same pace .
The blade is sharp ,
its runs smoothly across my vein,
my wrists covered it red blood ,
and slowly runs down my palm ,
then to my finger tips ,
I lay on the floor ,
why dont you hit me some more ?
i cry and scream ,
but through these concrete walls ,
you dont hear a thing .