They came to hurt me again. They made me take a knife and do what they always want me to do. They scare me, they don't listen to me, if I don't do what they tell me they choke me, I can't breathe, I can't move. I always beg them to let me cut my legs or arms or my back, but they never listen, they always force me to put the knife inside me and then cut. They always choose the knife for me and I always pray they choose a small one, but this time they didn't. It hurt. I cried. Tried not to scream but couldn't help it so I took a pillow and screamed into it. I couldn't stop the bleeding and it scared me, but after a while it hit me, back to where it started "cold bathroom floor covered with my blood and my tears". I smiled. Started feeling dizzy. Closed my eyes. Must have blacked out.
I'm waiting for the Sandman, but he never hears the call
Please sing me to sleep tonight, and donít bring me back to life