The tears start when I'm ever so sad
After that the cutting begins when I'm ever so mad
People ask why I do it and I lie
What I say is that my intention is to die
Its not really
Its coz I want people to see
The pain that's burning in side of me
As I cut, sure it feels sh*t
But I don't care, I know I deserve it
My head begins to spin, I hear people talking I hear laughter
But the real pain comes after
I feel like I'm a low-life
Why didn't I just put down that knife?
But the worst thing is
After all the pain,
And the dreadful shame,
Crimson red sores
And crying on the bathroom floor
I still long to cut more
