Cuts On Christmas

Cant they see us, the weak the dieing

They all look away denying

I given up on everything

As this knife slices happiness it shall bring

Blood,Tears,Anger,Joy

I sit in this corner as a little boy

Others yell at me "you could have died"

I think thats why i tried

I was wanting to die to kill

Its my blood that i wanted to spill

Are you happy now

Now that im chopped up like puppy chow

Scars wont heal,Blood wont stop flowing

I see outside that its snowing

Good i didnt want to see another day

Im happier this way

With a razor sticking out of my arm

Hey mom look at how much i can harm

I guess i finally did something right

When i cut my wrist on that winter night

My body falls to the floor

An you find me with a smile that you cant ignore

Blood seeping

As my mom an dad are sleeping

The present isnt under the tree

Its in my bed an its me

Happy Fucking Christmas MoM an DaD

Look at your fucked up boy an i hope you are glad