Cut after cut

Running through the halls
Hiding my face in a book
Hoping no one see that I am crying

They all stare and point at me
Knowing they were the cause
Hoping I don't know they're talking bout me
They snicker and laugh
Hoping I don't see

I just walk, pretend I don't hear
Facing the pain by slicing my wrists
And wearing dark clothes

They all stare and point at me
Knowing they were the cause
Hoping I don't know they're talking bout me
They snicker and laugh
Hoping I don't see

Cut after cut
Walk after walk
Damaging names
And they all wonder why
Why I cut my wrists