What would they think?

As the blood goes down my wrist
I think
"What would they think?"
But I keep cutting
Then I think
"How would they feel?"
And the cutting keeps on going
Then I'm done
As I go to clean the sorrow wound
I think
"What would they do?"
The blood goes down
Down
Down
Down
I don't think it matters to them
I don't think it matters to anyone
I'm just worthless
I cut
I cry
Because my life
Is just a black hole
I can't get out of it
Noone wants to help me