Do you know me?
If you don’t, well here’s a key.
Do you know how many tears I cry everyday?
Do you know how much I have to pay?
Do you know how many times I think about suicide?
I’d might as well just go and hide.
Do you know I cut myself?
Have you ever seen the sharp objects on my shelf?
Do you know there is a reason for the wristband?
Have you ever seen the scars on my hand?
Do you know there is a reason for the sweaters?
You must know by now the reason for these letters.
Do you know none of my smiles are real?
Do you know of the pain that I really feel?
Do you know about my self-harm?
If you don’t, take a look at my arm.
Do you know about my horrible life?
The one I rely on most is my knife.
Do you know I have no self-respect?
For myself, I neglect.
Do you know how I hate?
Hate the life that is my fate.
Do you know about the blade?
The one I use to make the pain fade.
Do you know of my friends?
Most of them just pretend.
Do you know about my depression?
Cutting is my obsession.
