Some people think I'm crazy,
Some think that I need help,
In class I get a bit hazy,
Just the wrong hand was dealt.
Some use a knife,
Some use a blade,
I've wasted away my life,
With my sorrows in the shade.
I cut because I can,
It's like watching a train wreck,
It's my family who ran,
But would you prefer it be your neck.
It is my anger releasing,
On to me,
My own life I am seizing,
You just don't see.
Cutting is the only way,
No one else is here to tend,
I still have nightmares,
To this very day.
