dysmorph

How many times Do i have to tell you That i don't want to be here anymore? You won't get me help So i'll sit inside my room And shower once a week and never speak To anyone I'll cut myself and cry And you'll close your ears And look at my scars and tell me it gets easier And you know from what Experience? The shit you made up months ago About your friend in the hospital? This blood is on your hands This blood is on your hands This blood is on your hands This blood is on your ha