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i have no use to live anymore...

i've thought bout this twice before

tears rolls down my face

wishing everything would erase

i take out a blade

and slice my wrist each time i've been betrayed

my breath is short and deep

it feels as if ima bout to fall asleep

i kno i have done myself harm

when i see the blood run down my arm

my heart begins to skip a beat

my work here is incomplete

you havnt won

i have to finish wut i've begun

anger runs through my veins

and my sadness remains

i might be insane

b'cuz i enjoy to feel the pain

you tried stoppin me twice

as you saw me begin to slice

i let out a moan

there is no one to hear. i'm all aone

i'm cold and pale

i attempt, but find myself to fail

i slice once more

to find myself on the floor

i kno when i succeed

when i start to see myself bleed

i take a deep breath

and think bout the signs of death

i dont expect sympathy from no one

i jus tell it how its done

you might think this is unreal

but this is how i really feel

this might be wut you suppose

as my eyez begin to close

i can guarantee

you wont miss me

i told you it was planned

wut part of that didnt you understand?

i sit here and wait

not anymore, it's to late

since the day of my birth

i wanted to be gone from the face of this earth

now if i only knew

my wish has jus come true...

~Cristina~