When i first cut
i held my breath.
the second time, my eyes were shut.
i wasn't on anything like meth.
i just sat down & thought of my pain
if u looked at me there was no smile,
i didn't think i had anything to gain
as i watched the blood drip onto the tile.
i started to cry,
i had all these feelings on my mind
and nobody knew why
and when i looked for help it was nowhere to find
so i sat by myself and dealt with the pain,
i cried myself to sleep at night,
and went back to cutting again
i missed my bond with family &friends so tight.
