THe cutter

I'm left with scars, there here to remind me. one by one each holds a story. it was the pain that made me do it. My razor always brought me thro it. I wear the pain no one new it. The marks were clearly Drew in. But no one notices when you live in the shadows. Nothing matters, no one cares. life you cant really bare. Pass on by Fake a smile. I'll be around for a little while. As long as i am Cutting I'll Be hurting, Crying Inside I'm slowly dying.