Pain, Pain, Unnecessayr Pain Pt 1

Three nights in a row I can hear my parents arguing down the hall.
They are so loud that I can hear them through the wall
My guess is they don't care what their arguing does to me.
Maybe if I were lying in my coffin then they will see.
Their arguements are something I don't want to hear.
Though the music didn't help, so I kept my headphones on my ear.
I go to my bathroom, and I slam the door.
There's so much pain in my chest that it's sore.
I grasp my chest while looking at myself in the mirror.
There was this cold wind so I began to shiver.
I can only live once in this life.
In my hand I hold my pocketknife.
Roll up my sleeves then the cutting begin.
This is the twentieth time my arms bled again.
Behind each cuts, there are different stories.
But at least it releases me of all my worries.
I let the blood on my arms ran in the sink.
As I was cleaning myself up, I began to think.
Why won't someone come relieve me of my pain?
I stared at the mirror watching my eyes drip rain.
I go to lie down crying myself to sleep.
Cause by this time tomorrow there will be a repeat.