As angry as one can get
I stared at the glass
Oh how upset
Now back to my wrist
Push down a lot harder
Show ’em you want this
The more it touched my skin
The angrier I became
It wasn’t good enough
I wanted bigger cuts
Still, nothing
Only scratches left on me
I’m unsatisfied
So I try another piece
Slower this time
I want to get it right
All my blue turned to red
I want to be done with this
I’m so ready to be dead