It hurts me when you use that blade
cuts so deep that start to fade
and when there gone they come again
just to carry on this cycle of pain
i no why you did it from the start
i no you Hurt in your heart
but before u do it again think twice
knowing that your best mate self harms ain't that nice
sometimes i wounder shall i end my life
sharpen the blade and stick in the knife
but no your here to pull me threw
and for that i want to say thank you
but now Ive gone and cut myself
your being sent to mental health
my life's messed up I'm all confused
all thats left you cuts and my knuckles bruised
but what is it you do not see?
do it to yourself and you doing it to me
