A silver object,
It's all it took,
One silver object,
An entire life's crook.

It was just an experiment,
It was nothing more.
Nothing more than an experiment,
That closed every door.
All opportunities are gone,
And you cry that hateful song,
The words don't mean anything,
Just take the silver object,
And ignore every other aspect.

You cannot deny,
that making these lines...
It never crossed your mind;
You were so blind.
It solves every problem,
Just lie, and stay solemn.
It's only red sharpie.
Let's throw a party.

After a party, you go and lay down.
You think about the mistakes you've made.
You take the pills and start to fade.
Ignore the pain you create.
Grab that silver object,
and take a red sharpie.
Write an apology,
and run the water.

This is about cutting yourself. No, I am not encouraging it. Some people can't grasp the point of my writing. This is really only saying how pointless cutting is, and how it'll get you literally nowhere. It's going to take you to drugs, and suicide. It's not good.