The cut (redone)

I see a girl who's trying to hide all her pain.
Her tomorrow's will always bring the same.
But today is the day she will crack,
And crumble,
And shatter,
Breaking all the same, as she falls numb to the floor.
The slice of the sharp blade,
The sight of that crimson tear,
Is her escape from this insane world!
The pain, not what she seeks,
The scars, not for show,
Your help, not the answer,
Not your concerns does she care!
I know what you see,
I know what she feels,
I know her why's,
For she is me,
With fake smiles to hide the pain.