Messed up life

I went to the counselor and pulled up my sleeve
thousands of cuts was all you could see
she gave me 2 weeks to let things heal
or my secret she would reveal

2 weeks later she called me back
thousands of cuts is what i lacked
she still told on me that day
because of the drugs, they got in the way

until then my parents didn't care about my life
because they never knew about the knife
they never saw things the way i did
they never did since i was a kid

they blamed my best friend for the harm
they never looked past my cut up arm
they didn't see my breaking heart
or my whole world falling apart

i went to therapy just for them
but a broken heart that couldn't mend
i went back to school and all went well
but no one could get me out of my shell

i couldn't sleep i couldn't eat
i was the one i was trying to beat
things all went downhill from there
my messed up life i could not bear

i found new ways to self harm
that didn't involve cutting my arm
i would throw up everything i took in
me against myself i couldn't win

my waist was my new place to use my knife
to take away the pain from my life
no one will no except my friends
until my sad life comes to an end