Freshly Cut, Can not breathe, cutting puts my mind at ease.
they see my wounds, no one asks
I wear my smile...
like a fake mask...
I'm practically dead inside...
in my heart my emotions lie...
to scared to be expressed...
worries of resentment, Cries of pain
Thoughts of suicide run though my brain..
I need to be free... i don't want any cutting for me..
as i run to my home, up to my bed,
where i end my life...
once again...
