so you think you know me you think you know my life so tell me then why i so desperately want to die look up to the clouds for an answer as to why but all i get is empty silence i look to the water that runs so pure but all i see is my reflection and this broken girl inside of me i think of asking for help but it just to far out of reach when i look down i am some what un-surprised by the fact that in my hand is a knife and i see the motion of using it to cut myself cutting my arms and my legs and my stomach i feel compelled so i fantasize about trying to talk my self out of it then i actually do it and i like the way that it feels so i do it and do it more so you think you know me you think you know my life so tell me why i so desperately want to die if i fall into the negativity is there any hope for me to change is there are there any meds that can save me from this illness of hatred and devil disease the one answer i find is love but love is out of reach or at least that's what the devil preaches