The cutter

He's not a masterpiece
nothing special atall
and he's not anyone to love
'cos he's just a shadow
and no one loves him
and no one cares
so he cuts himself
he sits down and cries
cuts again. again.
hoping to cut too deep
and then someone will notice
that he needed help
that he needed to talk
but no one cares
and no one loves him
and he's just the cutter

he cuts again
and thinks how people hate him
cos thats all that goes through his mind
thats all that haunts him
thats all that people see
the cutter

and no one cares
and no one loves him
so he sits in his room
and he cuts his arms
he can't cry
he's got no tears left
so the blood that drips from his wrist
are to subsitute the tears
and he missed you
the way you used to be
hes nothing special
just the cutter