Welcome to my home
a place of don't show or tell
put a smile on your face
and act like all is well
cover up your tears
pull down your sleeves
hide all your scars
that your blade leaves
go to your room
and cry yourself to sleep
pray to never awake
give the lord your soul to keep
wake up in the morning
cut just once or twice
maybe make it a rhythm
cut...cut...slice...
put on your smiling mask
so that nothing shows
do not speak of your troubles
so that no one knows
go to school each morning
and then you return home
back to your best friend, the blade
and to feeling all alone
cut once again
but this time maybe your wrists
cut a little deeper
but make sure no one knows of this
write a letter goodbye
one last final farewell
tell all not to be sad
because you left your home of hell
