I take this shiny butcher
Ponder the value of my life
See my reflection in the blade
Think of all the mistakes I've made
Ponder what my life is worth
Been a problem since my birth
Mother always was a bitch
Said I was a problem she couldn't fix
And if she ever get the chance
She'd get rid of me without a second glance
Lived my life looked down apon
Told I was of demon spawn
This butcher knife my only friend
And is my begining as well as my end
Run the blade then down my arm
Causing very little harm
Make shallow cuts here and there
As bright red blood spreads on my skin so fair
Slowly the pain starts to sink in
And now my pleasure will begin
Repeatedly I cut myself
Been told that I should seek some help
To late now I'm almost gone
From this wretched world that tortured me for so long
