You couldn't see the cutes nor the pain.
You only saw whats on my mask.
It's a smile and happiness.
But that's all it is, a mask.
There's too many cutes on my left arm.
Some are thick with blood and some thin you barley can see them,
HELP ME!
I don't want the cutes going any deeper.
I want to live for another day.
Or at lest I think I do.
Do you care my Brother?!?
Or will you once again turn and laugh?
The cut got deeper the first time you didn't believe.
Now I am worried it will go start through.
HELP ME, I say again.
Please this time don't turn away.
Because it might go deep and I might die.
