The Game of Cutting; One I'll Never Win

As I write all this down
Tears fall from my eyes
To me, there is no happy
All I can see is the lies

"I haven't cut in two weeks,"
I say, avoiding your glare
I won't look you in the eyes
The truth is too much to bear

I tell the others I'm fine
Even though they don't know
I'll end up killing myself
But I'd rather do it nice and slow

I know I deserve all of this
Every little second of pain
Everytime I'm upset
I'm slowly going insane

They finally think it's over
As time slowly passes by
They wont find out til I'm gone
I'm the one that made me die

I'm glad it's all calmed down
But I'm already sucked back in
To the cutting; in this game of life
That I know I'll never win.