Reasons©

I've locked all my pain with out and key
to hide my depression deep within me
I get bashed for all the cutting and slashing
all because they don't really know or understand

I hold my razor blade by my bed
for the times I can't sleep
I hold it up to my wrist
and give me time to breath

I'll go out and smoke a cigarette
and just let my wrist bleed
I try to convince you I'm OK
and try to hide my horrible deed

I cant believe I'm saying this
I'm letting my feelings show
this is my only weakness
as my depression grows

You'll try to stop I know this for sure
but cant you just let me free of this
its not your life and its not that bad
I can get it under control

I cut because I want to
not because I want to die
I cut for certain reasons
reasons that I hide

for reasons you'll never know
because I don't want to tell
reasons that I want left alone
reasons I'll burn in hell