I am a cutter, so what, does it look like I care?
It helps keep me alive, get me through my despair.
I despise being labelled, and when people stare,
Back the hell off, I don't need you, its my way to repair.
I am a mess, I know, but I'm still right here.
I just take what I have, but I hide from my fear.
But I soldier on, no matter how things appear,
I'm alone, but I'll survive, no matter what comes this year.
I am a liar, that's right, and I hide the real me,
There's a side of me that very few people see.
I'm lonely, not strong, but my two faces disagree,
The forced laughs, the fake smiles, is just who I want to be.
I am a burden, It's true, but I'm trying to change.
I always rely on others, it's not a fair exchange.
I'll start off slow, until I can find my range.
I'm trying, I'll get there, even though it feels strange.
