Slow it down, watch the blade
my seeping blood takes away the hate
see my arm, feel the guilt
cry my tears into my quilt
salty tears lie on my cheeks
falling for days, leadin to weeks
you hold my hand, it'll be alright
but no-ones there during the night
sometimes no-ones there during the day
no-one to help me be ok
no-one to sooth me and stop the pain
theres no-one to stop me cutting again
no-one to monitor how much I eat
no-one to hear me crying in my sleep
theres no-one there to dry my tears
no-one to try and kill my fears
and so I sit here crying alone
this empty house doesn't feel like a home
