I cry myself to sleep at night
I know that I should do whats right
I resort to the blade to know pain is real
Its the only way I've learned to deal
after each cut I want more
I want to see the blood, but, what for
I need to see the blood to know I'm alive
I need to know that I haven't died
I am addicted to this sharp little knife
because I know it has power over my life
a line a circle a dot a square
these cuts show that my life's not fair
I cut shapes so they don't look as bad
I'll never have the life I wish I had
I'm tired of struggling with this fight
I know I should do what is right
I know this is a crime I'm planning
I know this is a crime I'm committing
I know that I can never win
I know that I should turn myself in
maybe I can help someone like you
If I tell the police what I'm going to do
Suicide is illegal
