My insides are black
my outsides are cold
who i really am no one will ever know
I'm slowly slipping when i take the blade
Thinking my problems will all go away
I just need to cut for that addicting crave
Hoping it will all be ok
As i feel a relief to just cut one more time
Everything feels better everything feels fine
Each time i use the blade my cuts become deeper and deeper
And the thin string I'm hanging on to is getting weaker and weaker
So now my insides are black
And my outsides are cold
Who I really am no one will ever know
