Tortured like a voodoo doll
The blade that skims the flesh on my wrist
Minutes tick by and I realize
One by one, the blood dropping slowly
Mixed with tears falling from my eyes
Wounded like a small animal
It turns from three to eight to twelve
Jagged marks up and down my arm
Each of them have a story to tell
The life I live reminds me
That everything doesn't go my way
Because if it did, I would not have
Pain to be told and scars on my wrist
Ones I try to hide every single day
On the outside, I'm the one smiling
But in a a different world, I'm the one in the corner
Crying until I can cry no more
I have made many attempts
To turn my life in another direction
So far, I have had little success
There is no use pretending
Many have tried to help me
And I see the worry in some eyes
A few even seem to be filled with fear
But do they honestly care?
Some appear to be angry with me
It's all right, though, go ahead
Maybe you wouldn't mind slitting my throat
Put me out of my misery
Soaking in a pool of sadness
I'm sleeping while floating in water
My nightmare surfaces into reality
Both of them I have no control over
Floating away like a feather in the breeze
From all the happiness in others' lives
Lucky for them, they don't understand
