cut

this is something that really happened to me. i don't care if you comment.

As you shoved me down the kitchen step
they lower the blade went.

The harder you slap me around
the more my blood runs.

the more you say it's my own fault,
the more i understand, you hate me.

you don't understand the shit i go through every day.
the name calling.
the rumours.
walking down the hall way and getting shoved.

no.

i go to the hell hole called school
i'm the different
interverted
shy
crazy
one.

so before you say things are my fault, live a day in my eyes,
and i wouldn't be surprised if you commit suicide
or cut as much as i do.