The Only Thing Thats Real

And you look at me,
And ask me why.
Why do I cut,
Why do I cry?
No-one understands
The pain I feel.
So I pick up the knife,
The only thing thats real.
And I stand in front of the mirror,
With tears rolling down,
No-one understands.
So I slit and hit the ground.
And I let go of the hatred,
And the hurt inside,
And I'm sorry I left your side..