i am traped inside the world alone
no one to run to
its just
me
my blade
and i
so sick of being pushed and shuved to the ground
being broken
i wish i could runaway
please dont ask me if i am ok beacuse i'm notso dont even try
to make me smile
i dont know how
i just wanna cry
as i watch the blood run down my arms
as a nother scar is made on my wrist
my time is up
i am all aloe
so i pack my bags
and run away
no one will miss me
so as i say my final good byes
i will miss u all
but it is time for me to go


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