Its not cause of boys
Its not cause of friends
Its cause of the one who treats me like s***
The one who tries so overly hard to make me want to die
The only one person who live inside
Her name is Tika
And she is my soul
She tries to say that she is depressed
But her parents don't believe in medication
So she self medicates throughout all the night
Medicine of the most painful kind
That comes with a blade
Whenever she can she brings out her little friend
Holds it in her hand like a precious jewel
And it slits her wrists
She attempts this every night
But sometimes just can't get by
She drowns her sorrows in puddles of crimson red
With a blade so sharp
She wishes to be dead.