Slice And Dice.

Im dealing with this kinda depression..

I walk through the halls of school,

everywhere i turn,

theres always somebody,

laughing at me.

For being me.

The goth chick I am.

I cant wait to go home,

sprawl on my bed,

with the bloodstained razor in hand.

I press the chilly metal against my skin.

And slice...

I slice, til black blood trickles down my arm.

Now look what i have done?

This is all because of you.

Thanks alot.

YOu will, know and will be sorry,

feel all of the hurt youve caused me.,

when the bullet is through my skull...

And the razor is in my throat....

Slice and dice, again...</33