This Cut
Tears form my eyes
As my hand held a knife…
I cut my wrist today…
As I sitting down against the wall…
Let it drool slowly…
This cut speak about a problem
That I am encountering now…
It speak about my family
Who turn me down…
First I was lost…
And then I was found..
Now I’m drown…back in dark again…
Lost of hope I’m feeling
After hearing their denial..
My heart stop beating..
My whole life is dying…
Buried in grave of pain…
I know longer want to breath…
I just want to die...be very far away...