Slicing and dicing away at her arms
Slicing and dicing it will cause no harm
She looks down at the puddle of blood
And wishes that it was just a puddle of mud
She wants to stop and get some help
But isn't sure if she can do it for just herself
They tell her to use rubber bands
And to put them on her hands
But the rubber bands they don't help
She needs to feel real pain on herself
She needs to feel the pain she caused
To feel pain to make up for her flaws
She feels like she does nothing right
So why even try to put up a fight
Why not just let fate decide?
Why not just let her die?
She feels like no one is there
When she is in so much despair
She feels so empty and lonely inside
Like she is always about to break down and cry
She asks herself will this ever come to an end?
Will she ever be able to really comprehend?
