I cut myself, so I feel real, I know that makes no sense! But as I watch the blood pour out I finally get some rest.
The peace is overwhelming, and I'm calm. I couldn't endure the torture any longer, it was really far too much,
so when it go to tough i just lifted my knife and cut.
I know my secrets dirty and no one understands but I cant describe the feeling as my blood runs down my hands.
I've tried to stop too many times, so many I've lost count, but all my effort goes in vain, cos the pain just mounts and mounts.
So I cut, and I feel better, for a moment I forget, All the hurt just disappears and I'm like me again.
but unfortunately it doesn't last, and soon I'll come back down, and all those hurtful memories will continue to go round and round.
