A broken heart, shattered dreams
What will heal the pain I see
Frozen Tears are all I feel
There's only one way I know how to deal
A cut here, a slice there
My beautiful razor I hold with care
Crimson blood pours from my skin
It's such a sweet and hidden sin
These voices are screaming and won't leave my head
Reminding me again that I'm meant to be dead
His spiteful words and hateful glare
Are sometimes more than I can bare
Everyday I feel it pounding at my brain
Begging and pleading me to self-inflict pain
At night, when I'm lonely, I do these things on demand
And I smile as I hold the blade in my hand
It glides smoothly across my porcelain flesh
And a line of red appears, so new and so fresh
As blood trickles down my wrist, I feel it ooze out
All my past and my anger, all my fear and my doubt
I get whispers and points, but mostly they just stare
Mumbling a few words, a feeble attempt to care
I plaster on a smile and hold my head high
I shrug my shoulders and try not to cry
Everyday I watch my life crumble around me
But I have been blessed, for I found a way to be free
