The reason

Now I understand the pain you've felt,
And what it feels like to cut yourself.
I stand here crying, blood trickling down my leg,
Wondering, why did he have to push me so far,
Until I just gave up,
Until I just gave in?

That day I saw your scars,
I was scared.
I didn't know what to do.
I thought you were crazy.
Seeking attention.
Didn't know how to help you.
Didn't know if I should, or not.
But now I understand.
Now I understand.

Its upsetting they way you think about how you're going to cut yourself.
Things like; What will I use? A scissors, a knife, a razor?, Where shall I do it? I cant let anyone know what I'm up to., and How deep will I cut? run through your mind and hurt you like daggers, in your heart.

And afterwards, you feel it kind of helped.
The problems not gone, but for some strange reason you feel relieved that you did it,
Like it lifted part of that weight on your heart.
But then you realize what you've done.
And the tears and pain come back again,
But this time,
They're worse.

Now I understand.