I cut so i can feel
i feel to know it's real
my soul is so numb
I'm so scared of what I've become
slicing my own veins
is something i cannot explain
to anyone, especially my friends
this razor has become my pen
my body my paper
i wish i felt safer
i carve my story of pain and despair
because there is no one to share
but as i sit in my room and cry
i wish more than ever to die
i think of you
and what i put you through
I'm done with it all
no further will i fall
i must be strong
be who i should have all along
i will live for you
i will be strong for you
I'll get to a better place
to see a smile on your face
i will stop hurting myself for you
...i will try for you
