A Cut So Simple

Why does everyone get so mad?
When we show we're in pain
But when they don't see, they say we're bad
All alone we take the blame

But when we are alone
We look at our lives
Seeing we're dead to the bone
We turn to our knives

A cut so simple
It's hard to miss.
We cut with fingers so nimble
to reach that simplicit bliss

This bliss that gives us reassurance
That we are still very alive.
No matter our appearance
We have still died inside

No one can change our pain
With a simple sorry or plea
Nor keep us sane
When they can not see

They can not see our fright
When it's to "home" - we go
Nor can they hear, our screams in the night
Because we keep our pain, so no one will know.