My scars tell a story, one full of pain and blood.
Every time i cut and see that pretty color oozing out i feel ashamed, for what i have become, for what i am doing.
I'm sorry that you don't approve and i know it makes you cry, but i cant stop, i know because I've tried...
Its to hard to take this from everyone, I'm tired of the lectures that you give me about my depression, i have heard them before and they don't help...
So please just leave me to sit here and cry, if worst comes to worst then possibly die too...
