A thrown book a broken wall a cut arm cant you tell? Anger runs it course I runs through me why the hell cant you let me be? I want to hurt myself hard i need the pain very much you dont understand how it is my crutch. You ask me to live, you ask me to try you ask me not the cut what else do i have but to die? I want this to be over i want to see the blood maybe itll be over Can i finally be done?