I look down at my arm and start to cry
It brings back bad memories- I have to stop- I have to try
There are lots of scars covering my arm
I did it first because I was sad- thought it couldnt do too much harm
I did it because of all the stuff you do to me each and every day
And all my dad and everyone tells me is to pray
Well im tired of praying before I go to sleep each night too
I sick of everything and its all because of you
So i cut, a little at first then more and more
I am sick of all the pain you bring me- so much it is making me sore
And I have told all my friends I have stopped for good
I tell them I am done and for them to stop worrying- they say they would
So everyday I cover the scars up when I go to school
And pretend like everything in my life is cool
Now my dad knows about what I do,
He noticed one day and now maybe he has a clue
Maybe has a clue about all the shit i go through
But now I have to go to therapy too
No one will ever realize how sad I am everyday
Sometimes I wish I could just go away...
