I wanted everyone to understand
How hard it is to give up on
The one thing that's makes you feel better
I hate how they all say it's wrong
But I guess the idea of self-harm
Is unthinkable for people who've never been there
So they yell and shout saying it's selfish
And we run off cos we think they don't care
If only they knew how much we bleed
How we cry ourselves to sleep
And the only way we can take our mind of it
Is to cut, and cut deep
Pull my sleeves down to cover the scars
Wallow in guilt in shame that it's gone this far
If only somebody had hugged me and said they loved me
But that's not the way people are
I guess it's hard for them to see
And parents feel they failed us somehow
It's easier for them to shout
To cover the guilt they feel now
The sad thing is so many kids
End up feeling cutting is the only way
It's a solution, if only temporary
Because for a few seconds, every thing's OK
And if there were a better choice
Some other way to make myself feel good
I'd take it, grab it with both hands
People who cut are so misunderstood
My parents never speak about love
Like it's a subject only on TV
Other kids have other reasons
But it's lack of love that's got me
