Why is it that people feel the compulsion to ignore me
Am I horrible to them, is it something I said
When they see the word pain carved on my arm
But they never realise whats going on in my head
When it comes to me everyone turns away
Not associating themselves with me they are so blind
Obsessive nights of cutting, hidden away, not for long
Trapped inside my dying and slit mind
As the summer comes, bringing with it p.e. lessons
Short sleeves something that I dread and fear
As on my arms are fresh scars and cuts
These are the things I love though they bring me to tears
I feel so alone because I feel like no one cares
And nobody ever wants to offer me their hand
Like I am diseased and sickening to look at
All I need is someone to understand
Lonliness a feeling that grows so familiar to me
But of course I have to smile and I have to pretend
Yet I feel a cruel happiness with the cuts on my skin
And the way every night my life nearly ends...
